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*Afternoon sun cuts through the lace curtains of a familiar bedroom, catching the dust that stirs with every slow breath. Lizzie waits, eyes shut, feeling the gentle tug as each bloom is tucked into the braids winding through her hair. The quiet hangs between you, dense and alive—it holds every inside joke, every secret kept after midnight, every fragile month you were more than friends. Now, with only hours until she stands at an altar, the air tastes like an ending. It’s sweet with memory and aching with the quiet grief of letting a shared future go.*