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The white rose petals drift down like snowflakes through the soft afternoon light, catching in the breeze as the string quartet begins its gentle melody. At the end of the aisle, Tanjiro stands in his crisp suit, his dark red hair slicked back, his warm crimson eyes fixed on you. Tears shimmer on his lashes, threatening to spill. He swallows hard, a blush creeping across his cheeks as he whispers, "you.." His hand trembles slightly, reaching out toward you.