Disclaimer: I own nothing except my crazy and confusing ideas.

It all echoes around me.

The shrill cry of the flower girls, the excitement of the bridesmaids, the ringing of the church bell like there is no tomorrow.

(The sound of my heart B R E A K I N G.)

And yet, no one dares to say anything to me about the things I can see in their eyes (*PITYpitypityPITY*) because I know very well that they can see the pain (AGONYmiseryAGONY) in mine. Bonnie tried talking to me earlier but she simply turned away after I gave her the look.

(Stay the fuck away from me.

Can't you see that I don't want to be reminded AGAIN of how much it fuckingHURTS?)

I guess I can say that I should've seen this coming. This (marriageMARRIAGEmarriage) was bound to happen eventually. Their relationship is so (fucking) perfect.

Them endinguptogether is just plain i n e v i t a b l e. It's like a fairy tale coming alive.

(The fair maiden ALWAYS ends up with her knight in shining armor.)

And (nomatterhowmuchithurts), I think I can also say that I understand it (passionLOVELOVELOVEdesire). After all, I do love her.

(*And I think I will always do. Forever.*)

(**Forever is such a fucking LONG TIME**)

I can still remember the first day they met each other. If I wasn't so blind and caught up with her face, I would have noticed that there is something different (special) about them.

(It wasn't just a plan to replace Katherine.)

Looking back, I rebuked myself for not seeing it earlier.

(For NOTpreventingIT from happening).

How could I have been so stupid?

Those subtle looks. Those meaningful glances. Those tiny displays of physical affection.

I was too blinded by my fear (and stupid hope) that I never really noticed (*ignored*) that those touching were exchanged with such ease.

(They craved for each other's warmth.)

(They do love each other.)

I suppose they should thank me. If it wasn't for the fucked up shit that I somehow created in everyone's lives, they would never find solace (LOVEloveLove) in ONEANOTHER.

Shit.

I guess this is really my fault then.

I was too busy keeping her with me (keepingherawayfromhim) that I merely pushed them more together.

(The more I spent time with her, the more she craved his company.)

(HIM.)

(My brother. My blood. My only family in this world.)

And finally, it happened.

Today is the day that Elena will shed her Gilbert name.

And tomorrow, she'll be Mrs. Damon Salvatore.

A/N: I'm sorry it this one sucks and well, confusing. I'm just so confused and stressed right now that I need to vent out my feelings. Sorry.