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Hello reader, thanks for taking your time and reading this short one shot story.

It's my first one and I really hope you'll like it ! Please feel free to review !:)

It was my 27th birthday.

He came in my house empty handed, with no cake, no roses, and no birthday wishes.

"Cagalli, I want to take you somewhere," He smiled mysteriously as he took my hand and led me out of the door.

"Where are we going, Athrun?"

"You'll see."

"Athrun!" I yelled, extremely pissed that he pulled me out of my own birthday party. "Where the hell are you taking me?"

"Shhhh," He just hushed me, knowing I would only argue back if he didn't.

We arrived at a little church down the street. This was the church my father took me to every Sunday when I was little.

I loved this place.

"We're here," He said as he squeezed my hand tighter.

I had on a confused expression that only made him chuckle, "What is this suppose to mean, Athrun?"

"Trust me, come on in." I trusted him with all my heart.

As we walked down the aisle hand in hand, it almost felt like we were getting married. It felt like a fantasy, every step we took, I felt the need to pinch myself in order to make myself believe this wasn't a fantasy. Though he suddenly stopped when we reached the end and gracefully turned around so we were eye to eye. I never felt so nervous before, my heart was beating so fast and my pulse were racing non-stop.

He said something that only made me cry…

"Cagalli, let's get married right now."

…tears of joy.

Alone, I looked down at this aisle that once seemed so short but is now what feels like forever.

It was today that he finally decided to leave me. He left with a part of me that kept me together all this time, a part of me that I never realized I possessed until the day I met him.

The first step I took, I cried.

I cried not because I miss him, but because this aisle brought back a flash full of unforgettable memories. It was beautiful moments of our lives that should not have changed into memories yet.

This aisle was the path that officially made us belong to one another.

But most importantly, it was the day that I became, Mrs. Zala.

Now without him, who am I really?

He never prepared me for this day because he has never left me before. He was always there, being my support, and being the most important person in my life. The only person I gave my hidden trust to.

I hate him for that.

I hate him for never hurting me and never letting me to feel the deep sting of losing, but instead, allowing me to soak myself with painful emotions all at once.

Half way down the aisle, I cried to a point where no more black tears would drip down my face anymore. No matter how hard I tried to force them to appear, they stubbornly refused to.

Now only my heart ached, with no tears to hide that fact.

My heart ached not only because I've lost him but also because he will never be able to see our baby, the gift from God given to him and me. The miracle he gave me because I was told never being able to bear a child.

My heart ached again because it pained me to not even be able to tell him he's finally a father.

I want to tell him so bad it pained me. I want to see him smile and his emerald eyes sparkle with excitement. I want him to gently kiss my forehead after and tell me he loved me even if I knew with no doubt he did.

The last step down the aisle, I cried again.

This time though, I cried tears of happiness because I felt a light kick in my stomach.

Our little miracle gave me the courage and strength to smile again because I realized he has left something for me, a little piece of him.

He never left me…

I softly touched my stomach and whispered, "He'll always be in our hearts."

…And I shed one last tear.