Part-songfic, the words are a translation from the original :/ This is more of a preview of a fic I'm working on, I have the ideas all thought out! Just...need to write them out =_=
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Some say it's not over 'till it's over
But I guess this is really over now
There's something I gotta say before I let you go
Listen
When you have a fight with him
Sometimes you cry
And feel sad and blue
I become hopeful
My heart aches secretly
Then just a hint of your smile can make me feel fine again
I keep you from figuring out how I feel about you
Because then we'd drift apart
I hold my breath and bite my lip
Oh, please leave him and come to me
Baby, please don't take his hand
Because you should be my lady
I've been waiting for you for so long
Please look at me now
When the music starts
You will vow to spend
The rest of your life with him
How I prayed every night
This day would never come
The wedding dress you're wearing...
Girl, the wedding dress you're wearing...
It's not me (next to you)
The wedding dress you're wearing...
The wedding dress you're wearing...
You never knew how I felt about you
And I hated you so
Sometimes I wished you would be unhappy
Now I have no more tears left to cry
When I'm by myself
I talk to you like you're here
I've felt so restless every night
Maybe I've known all along
That this would happen
I close my eyes
And dream an endless dream
Please leave him
And come to me
Baby, don't hold his hand
When he comes to you
Because you should be my lady
I've been waiting for you for so long
Look at me now
When the music starts
You will vow to spend
The rest of your life with him
How I prayed every night
That this day would never come
The wedding dress you're wearing...
Girl, the wedding dress you're wearing...
It's not me (next to you)
The wedding dress you're wearing...
The wedding dress you're wearing...
Please be happy with him
So that I can forget you
Please forget how miserable I looked
It's going to be unbearably hard for me
For a long while to come
For such a long time
I lived in an illusion like a fool
She is still smiling at me
So brightly at me
The wedding dress you're wearing...
The wedding dress you're wearing...
It's not me
It's not me...
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"I know...we haven't had the best relationship lately. But you're my longest friend, and I really treasure our friendship. So I was wondering..." Here, Elizaveta looked uncomfortable, fidgeting and playing with a loose seam on her dress. It was so uncharacteristic of her that Gilbert gulped. Whatever it was, it didn't look too good.
"Gilbert...will you-will you give me away?"
He must have heard her wrongly, because it sounded like she was -
"I'm getting married."
"...to Roddy?" he croaked out, his voice betraying his emotions at her revelation. He stared at her, with an unreadable expression.
Hurt. Anger. Regret. Regret that he'd never gathered up his courage to ask her.
Ask her the question the other man asked her.
He looked at her, her face in a wide smile, making her glow. She never smiled like that for him anymore.
"Sure."
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Every night from the time he agreed to walk her down the aisle, he prayed that she'd change her mind. But every day, her smile seemed to widen and her excitement only grew. Now, time had run out for him and they were both outside the church, his arm looped in hers. He savored the moment - he'd never get to feel her again in his life. Suddenly, he wished he wasn't immortal, he wouldn't have to deal with this misery.
Forever suddenly seemed a long time.
Taking a deep breath, he took the plunge, doing what he always wanted to do but had never mustered the courage to. He pulled her in for a long hug and desperately kissed her, like a dying man holding on to his last strands of life. Shocked, Eliza hung limply in his arms. Gilbert forced himself to release her, and in the same stride held her by the hand and dragged her in a half-run, like they used to as kids, down the aisle.
He reached the priest and Roderich, the latter dressed up smartly in an even more aristocratic-looking outfit than usual, If he had looked, Gilbert would have noticed that all the other nations were present for this union, and that the mood was sombre rather than joyous. The church had been announced neutral grounds, but there was still tension riding high in the air. Francis even kept his clothes on.
But the reason for the heavy silence wasn't one of war.
They knew. All of them knew.
That this wedding was all wrong.
But Gilbert was oblivious to his surroundings, his entire being concentrated on the place where his and Eliza's hands were still joined. He continued to hold on to her hand, refusing to let go. To the world, it looked like he and Eliza were getting married.
Roderich cleared his throat, eyes glaring significantly at the pair's intertwined hands. Eventually Gilbert once again forced himself to let go.
"Be happy. I love you, Eliza." he whispered in her ear. Without waiting for her response, he stalked out of the church.
She didn't see the silent tears running down his face as he walked out, as all present at the church that day did – yet the image of his retreating back was all she saw for the rest of the wedding, and indeed for the rest of her marriage to Roderich.
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So how is it? This is all I have so far, I think I might continue if I have time (got exams real soon) and if people wanna read it, of course :P
Oh yeah, please check out the original video for the Wedding Dress song – it's by Taeyang and it's really good :)