Author's Note: I wrote this for English last year…Jennifer told me it was good, so
hopefully y'all like it.
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On The Outside Looking In
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Organ music filled the grand
cathedral, reverberating off the walls and ringing in the audience's ears. He had always thought of organ music as
eerie, and queer, but now it had a calming tone to it, a tone and pitch of
beauty. This wasn't queer or odd, but
rather beautiful and comforting, marking one of the most beautiful events that
could ever take place. He sat on the edge
of a stone bench, emerged deep in thought as he waited with the hundred other
people for everything to start.
For years, ever since he was twelve,
he had dreaded this day, fearing it would come, knowing it would come, and yet
always, somewhere deep within, hoping it would come. Nothing had ever scared him more than this day, nothing had ever
made him sadder, nothing had ever made him cry as much, nothing had ever made
him happier. In anticipation for this
day every possible emotion known to man had coursed through his body a hundred
times, a thousand times, a million times over, never leaving him in peace, yet
never leaving him in agony. An empty
spot had always filled his heart and head in mere thought of today, nothing
able to fill his empty void, not a smile, not a slap, nothing—not even anything
from her. Today was the one sore
subject he couldn't talk about with anybody.
He was jolted from his quiet thoughts as a door opened
and he walked through to stand at the bottom of the stairs to the
alter. He was the reason today
was happening. He was the reason
that happiness had been drained from his life. He was the reason that he could not talk about today to
anyone. And yet, as he stood
there, smiling for the world to see and looking brilliant in his tuxedo, his
blonde hair gelled back to look quite the gentleman and his blue eyes
sparkling in happiness in the event to come, it all somehow seemed right, as if
this was the way things were supposed to be. And they were, for he was the chosen one, the one destined to
receive paradise in a human form.
The organ music changed to the infamous wedding march,
and as one the congregation twisted to watch the beautiful bride walk down the
red-carpeted aisle. Little two-year-old
Tish, her niece, ran down the aisle more than she walked, tossing flower
petals about carelessly. Tish was just
a child, and couldn't quite comprehend the meaning of today. To her it was just a chance to muss up
another new dress and to show off for the world as she ran before the
congregation, laughing a child's laugh. Laughter tilted through the audience at the antics of such a darling
child before every eye turned back to watch the bridesmaids come down,
anticipating the entrance of the bride. The four girls glowed in serenity, quite a contrast to darling little Tish. Beautiful Yolei, their lifelong friend,
beautiful Mimi, another lifelong friend, beautiful Catherine, his
lifelong friend, and beautiful Sora, their lifelong friend and her
sister-in-law, mother of Tish. The four
women were all friends of his, but for once they barely registered in his mind
as he waited for her to come next. She was the one he cared about, the one who had stolen his heart and
then broken it in two, never even knowing she had held such a precious gift in
her hands.
Finally she came, walking slowly, ever so slowly, through
the grand Cathedral doors. She truly
looked like the child of Light she was, for he could see light radiating off
her glowing face. She smiled, the smile
that had first captured his attention back in middle school. It was such a beautiful smile, so kind and
full of compassion and happiness. It
was also a knowing smile, knowing in the sense that it knew true happiness and
had engulfed in such a thing. He nearly
wept at the sight of that smile, especially since it was directed at him.
Her medium-length brown hair had been curled and piled
atop her head, most likely by Mimi, to hold the circlet containing the sheer
veil that didn't do much to cover her face. Her chocolate brown eyes sparkled with glowing warmth, a glowing warmth
and happiness that he had once desired to place there. Once he had desired to be able to give her
everything her heart could ever desire, to be the essence of happiness in her
life, to be more than just a friend. Life didn't work to his advantage, though, for he had shown up,
and without having to say or do anything significant had taken the vacant place
by her side that he had always wished to fill.
She
reached the steps leading to the alter and took his outstretched hand,
the two of them gliding to the alter to be sealed for time and all
eternity. Even without their connecting
hands, he could see that they belonged together. The two of them had always seemed to belong together, as if they
were one soul placed into two bodies. Over time he had come to realize that indeed, they were one soul placed
in two bodies, and could never be happy without the other, no matter what. He had tried, make no doubt of that, he had
tried to be the other half of her soul, to shove him out of the way, but
it had failed. She was an angel sent
out of Heaven, and he was a blundering fool trying to receive her grace and
love. He, on the other hand, was
her fellow angel sent out of Heaven to grace Earth with their presence. He had never seemed a blundering
fool, always having the right words to say and always doing the right
things. If he ever reflected on it, it
made him mad, for he could have had any girl he wanted, and the
one he chose was the Angel of Light, the beautiful, kind, considerate,
and loving Angel that had been the only thing in life he wanted.
As
the two of them spoke their wedding vows, he could feel a burden of emotion
being lifted off his shoulders. He
hadn't been able to cry before, but the tears came now, slowly and lovingly. This was what she wanted, what she
deserved. This was her perfection, and
indeed it was perfection, for the two of them together were perfect. They were flawless, one soul finally being
reunited in the flesh. Perfection
radiated around them, and as they kissed, he knew that this was the end of his
suffering, the end of his personal torment. A chapter in his life had been closed, and for the better, not for the
ill. The Angels of Hope and Light were
united at last, to be one in the body and one in the spirit. They were perfect in all senses of the word.
He
stood with the rest of the congregation to watch them leave the cathedral. His soul was at rest, knowing that hers was
just only starting a trek of bliss with her loving companion. As they slowly made their way down the
aisle, one word rang in his mind: Perfection.
Behind
him a hand gently rested on his shoulder. This wasn't just any hand, this was her hand. She had seen through his suffering, and had been willing to help
him endure it for as long as she must. She wasn't his Angel of Light, but she was his angel of love. Dear Colette had seen him through the
worst. She had put up with his rants
and raves and angry cursing of all things good while he mourned his lost Angel
of Light. Why she had endured it, even
knowing he longed for another woman, he did not know, but she had, and she had
loved him through it all. Colette
wasn't the perfection of her, but she was his perfection. She had her flaws, but so did he, which was
perhaps what made the two of them perfect.
He
placed a loving hand over top of hers as he watched them float. They had almost passed him when she
turned her head towards him. Swallowing
a lump in his throat, he smiled for her, for her happiness. She surprised him by whispering, "Thank you,
Davis." He turned his head, too,
and smiled at him, putting all the thanks he could never utter aloud
into that simple gesture. Suddenly he
did mean the smile he had on his face, meant it with all his heart. He squeezed Colette's hand tighter, letting
her know it would all be okay.
Watching
them leave the cathedral, he hoped with all his might that she
could see his happiness with Colette, and that even though it wouldn't be the
same as theirs, that she would see perfection in a new form surrounding
him and his love. He hoped she
understood, understood all of it—that he had his own version of happiness, and
that he understood her happiness.
"Come
on, Davis, let's go," Colette whispered behind him, pulling him into a
comforting hug. "I'm proud of you," she
continued whispering, "proud of what you did today. Now let it go, and come home with me."
He
smiled, hugging her back. He was proud
of himself too. He used to think that
he'd break out bawling at their wedding and ruin it all for her,
but he hadn't. He hadn't even felt the
urge to kill him, although the urge used to course through his veins
daily. It was all because of Colette,
and her understanding and patience. She
had pulled him through hell when he thought he was a permanent residence and
shown him that there were many sides of Heaven. Pulling her out of the pew, they left the cathedral together,
hand in hand, ready to start their own version of perfection.
I
hope the two of you have the best of luck in life, and always love each other,
he thought, taking one last look at the cathedral. I'm happy for you, Takeru Takaishi and Hikari Kamiya. Don't ever let each other down. TK, always take the best of care of our
Angel of Light, Kari, for she is your precious gift now. Smiling, he left the church grounds with
Colette. Perfection was waiting.
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A/N: REVIEW!!! Tell me if you liked it!!! That
means you, Becca. NO INSULTS THIS
TIME. Or I'll strangle AE….