02/04/2027 - New York, Manhattan, Upper East Side. "Aya Millenis, do you take Iuri Stevens to be your husband, to honor and respect him, in joy and in sorrow, in wealth and in poverty, in health and in sickness, promising fidelity until death do you part?" She smiled at the pastor's question, with all eyes focused on us. My fiancée looked at me, tears of happiness welling up in her eyes, a wide smile on her face, warming my heart with joy. I never thought I would experience this moment, a dream I believed would never materialize outside the realm of imagination—a world I had created when I was six years old. I never imagined that one day, the facade of my cold, selective persona would be shattered by the very woman I had imagined to shield myself from others. Throughout my life, I have been in love with only one woman—the woman who held my world together when it was falling apart, later tearing it apart herself, and then, after several more years, rebuilding it once again. Our journ
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