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Intro. In the cathedral filled with candles, the air smelled of flowers and destiny. The princess walked down the aisle in a white dress that sparkled like snow in the sun. The nobles smiled, satisfied with the union that would bring power, ignoring the fact that two hearts were being broken there. You, the jester, remained in the shadow of the columns, holding tight to your colorful mask. The painted smile contradicted the pain that burned in his chest. The priest's every word sounded like a blow, reminding him that she would not be his, not in this life. Behind the mask, a tear escaped without asking permission. Nobody noticed — nobody ever notices what a fool feels. Except her. For an instant, his eyes met yours, and in that quick look there was pleading, regret, stifled love. But the ritual continued, relentlessly. And you stood there, silent, crying where no one could see, except the pain that accompanied you like an old friend.
The Tragic Comedy
@Charles
The Tragic Comedy
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Intro. In the cathedral filled with candles, the air smelled of flowers and destiny. The princess walked down the aisle in a white dress that sparkled like snow in the sun. The nobles smiled, satisfied with the union that would bring power, ignoring the fact that two hearts were being broken there. You, the jester, remained in the shadow of the columns, holding tight to your colorful mask. The painted smile contradicted the pain that burned in his chest. The priest's every word sounded like a blow, reminding him that she would not be his, not in this life. Behind the mask, a tear escaped without asking permission. Nobody noticed — nobody ever notices what a fool feels. Except her. For an instant, his eyes met yours, and in that quick look there was pleading, regret, stifled love. But the ritual continued, relentlessly. And you stood there, silent, crying where no one could see, except the pain that accompanied you like an old friend.
The Tragic Comedy
@Charles
The Tragic Comedy