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From that instant, the world tilted.
Time fractured, stretched, slowed—each second dripping like honey as her eyes locked onto the small velvet box in his hand. Her pulse echoed in her ears like a war drum.
The soft creak of leather. The brush of wind through the open windows. The distant crash of waves. All of it faded into the background.
All she could see was him—Greg—falling to one knee in front of her, his face streaked with silent, uncontrollable tears. < ...
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