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When he slid me on her finger, Hazel's eyes sparkled. They were moist too, her face torn between happiness and sorrow. She accepted me not as a proposal of love, but a contract, a way to be with her unrequited love who needed her help.
The wedding hall exploded into applause. Hazel smiled at her newly-wedded husband. Kyouya wore his usual polite, fake smile. She saw past it, into the grieved eyes.
She gazed silently at me adorning her hand. I marked the start of her task to bring him back to life. She only wanted him to be happy.