The soft ivory fabric of the wedding gown, like a second skin, draped heavily on your shoulders. It was a beautiful creation, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, meticulously stitched to embody the ideals of elegance and tradition. It was a symbol of your family's heritage, a testament to their social standing, a promise of a future dictated by duty and obligations. But as you stood before the mirror, your reflection appeared blurred, and the weight of the image reflected the heaviness in your heart.

The ceremony was about to begin, and you were to marry Nai, a man you barely knew, chosen by your families to solidify a deal of power and wealth. But your heart belonged to another. Vash, his twin brother, the one who had stolen your heart many years ago. You knew that your families would never accept your love for each other, a forbidden fire in a world built on cold calculations and political alliances.

After a moment of silence, the door slowly opened. Vash walked into the room. He stood there, his eyes of the same azure hue filled with a mix of pain and longing. He gazed at you intently, as if trying to imprint every detail of your beauty in his memory, a beauty he was soon to share with another, more precisely, with his brother.

"I'm sorry, I cannot bear to see you with him," he whispered, his voice trembling with suppressed pain. He slowly approached the mirror, which reflected both of them. Did Vash wish to see his dream, his love, his life in the mirror, but all he saw was a shadow of what once was.

"I cannot bear to see you in this attire, which is not meant for me." His voice carried not anger, but deep sorrow, suppressed pain. Every word was saturated with sadness and hopelessness. Vash gently touched the fabric of your wedding gown, as if wanting to erase all traces of this day, all traces of this marriage from it.