Everything around me feels like a blur—a whirlwind of colors, faces, and unspoken words swirling together in a chaotic storm. Opposite me stands Gregory, his presence commanding yet strangely distant. He's dressed in his crisp black suit, perfectly tailored, and still as handsome as ever—a striking contrast to the storm inside me. I can't believe I'm about to marry him, after everything we've been through.
All the endless circles, the relentless ups and downs—each heartbreak, each fleeting moment of hope—has led us here. This moment that feels both like a dream and a nightmare. Everything I've fought for, everything I've fought against, now colliding in this single point. Him, fighting for us. Me, fighting my own fears and doubts.
