Unraveled at 'I Do'
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Marco dreamed.
Fragments of the past flickered by—moments he'd buried, moments he never truly saw.
Aurora, winning a scholarship but spending it on a designer tie for him instead of herself.
Aurora, standing in a dim chapel, hands clasped, praying—not for herself, but for his health.
Aurora, dragging his drunk ass home, staying up all night to make sure he didn't wake up in pain.
He reached for her, desperate to hold on. But the second his fingers grazed hers, she vanished—dissolving like mist.
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