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We promised each other eternity and announced our engagement. I truly loved her. I loved her more than my own life. That day was supposed to be the greatest day of my life. Dressed in fine clothes, surrounded by good people, holding the hand of the woman more beautiful than anyone in the world, and vowing our marriage—it was the day I was meant to be blissfully happy. That is how that day should have been. I took my place. I waited for the bride. With a fluttering heart. Oh, how beautiful would she look in her pure white dress? I waited for the bride. Now, when she comes out, we will stand together before the officiant and pledge our new life. I waited for the bride. . . . I waited for the bride. I waited for the bride. People began to murmur. It's okay. I don't mind. I'm just a little worried about her. Did something happen? I waited for the bride. Amidst the whispering voices, I heard talk that the bride had run away. It's okay. That couldn't happen. Even just yesterday, we were laughing together while planning today's wedding. I waited for the bride. Someone approached and said the bride had vanished from the waiting room. They said there was a letter. It's okay. I don't believe their words. I only believe in my one and only noble ally in this world, my bride. I waited for the bride. Someone grabbed my arm and pulled. It was my mother. Wiping away tears, she told me the sun had already set and that I must come out now. What are you talking about? How can the wedding end when the bride isn't here? I waited for the bride. [To my long-time friend Rowen] I'm sorry. I've done something I shouldn't have done to you. There is someone I love. I hope you won't be in pain for long. It was a short letter. I don't know how many times I read it. The handwriting of my beloved bride that I had seen thousands of times. The way my beloved bride spoke. . . . She left me. Truly.