Another invitation from him.

This was the sixth one from that man. Usually, I laugh jokingly at it before I toss those scraps of paper into the raging flame from the fireplace. His weddings were always during the winter; bitter and cold - just like his personality.

This one was different though.

This one was surprisingly during the spring. The names I saw made me smile bitterly. I let out another sigh before I call out to Haruka and reluctantly tell him… that we are going to the wedding of my longtime lover, Leon Diolacov, the king of all demons and the one true person who actually captivated my heart.

"Juri…are you sure you would like to attend?" Haruka asked for the tenth time. He was seriously getting on my nerves with his pestering questions and anxiety.

"Of course!" I pouted jabbing his chest with my gloved forefinger. I filled my cheeks with air and glared at him giving him a tot's upset expression. "I was the one who said we should go right? So there shouldn't be a need for you to worry about such things!"

He sighs with a smile and caresses my rouge cheek. "I guess you haven't changed have you Juri?" Haruka looks at me with saddened eyes. He smiles playfully and his caressing turned to a pinch. "You're still like a little toddler."

Annoyed, I smacked him for pinching my cheek. "That hurt you know…" I say pretending as if I were about to cry.

"Well…You hurt me a lot more Juri…" Haruka retorts audaciously pinching my other cheek to receive another scorching red mark planted on the side of his face.

I turn away from Haruka letting him know that I wasn't going to speak to him for a while.

You still haven't changed have you Juri? Haruka's words with his saddened expression echoed in my mind. I was pretty sure that he wasn't talking about the time when I was a mere toddler. He knew already. Haruka knew that he wasn't the one who I truly loved in my heart. I despised the fact that I loved someone else no matter how hard Haruka tried to be the best one for me.

One time, I had caught Haruka trying to be an exact replica of Leon right after our own wedding. He had spiked his wavy brown hair which was died to a charcoal black and he even drew the tattoos across his chest with the paint from my art set.

Are you stupid? A remembered muttering as I was trying to scrub off the paint from his chest. We were both sitting down on the cold bathroom tile floor. Earlier, I had to quickly change out of my wedding gown and drag him to the bathroom and forcefully order him to stay still while I try to efface the stupidity he had just created.

I wanted you to be happy with the one you truly loved, he had said with a fake smile. I saw the bitter pain in his eyes. It was the same pain that I had when I realized that I could no longer be with Leon. I thought, Haruka had continued prattling, that maybe if I was that person then you would be happy... If you're happy, then I'd be happy too…

Stupid! Stupid Big Brother! I exclaimed pushing him flat onto the floor. I sat on top of his shirtless figure while covering his mouth before he could say anything else.

Tears suddenly filled in my eyes and gently fell upon him. Soon, those tears were practically flowing from my eyes as if they were never ending. I removed my hands from him as I realized he was softly caressing the back of my head trying to calm me down. It was as if it was his way of saying "I'm sorry"… even though It was I who should have been apologizing at the time.

I don't want you to change… I whisper softly as I rested my head on his chest listening to his calm heartbeat that night in bed. I wouldn't be happy…if you changed... Haruka…

I won't change, he whispered back to me. I promise… I'll always protect you. His grip around my waist tightened. I promise. I'll love you forever.

After our child Yuuki, the fruit of our love, was born I had decided it was best to put Leon out of my mind and focus on my family. I had felt that it was ridiculous of me to worry about Leon when in reality he probably forgot about me and moved on with his life.

However, when his first wedding invitation arrived at the steps of my home I immediately threw it in the flames enraged. The same thing happened to the next five…I was angry because, a part of me felt happy that he still remembered me and that part me was disgusted. He should've been completely forgotten… apparently he wasn't though. He hasn't clearly disappeared in my heart yet.