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"Tomorrow... tomorrow's it."
"Yeah... I suppose so..."
Shinobu couldn't entirely hide the twinge of regret in her voice as she worked together with Motoko to put up the final decorations for the wedding.
"It hurts, doesn't it?"
"Of course it does... and I doubt it'll ever go away," Motoko turned to her with a smile. "I only hope that with time, the pain will fade..."
"Will it? We all love him so very much... and he was my first love after all..."
"So he was. But it doesn't change the fact that we never really stood a chance... by the time we grew up, he was already too far gone. He wouldn't have considered us no matter what."
"Sigh. That's so hard to accept, isn't it. I only wish I had been born a few years earlier. Maybe I would have stood a chance then."
"And I only wish that I had met him earlier. Perhaps then he would have fallen for me instead... haha."
"It would have been hard for anyone to love you during your awkward 'I'm a swordwoman only' phase, Motoko."
Motoko coughed.
"Well. If anyone could have managed it, it would be him, wouldn't it?"
"Come to think of it, why did we fall in love with him in the first place?"
"Don't ask me, it's a mystery to me too, certainly."
"I suppose it's because he was the only one who cared... and he was always there when we needed him the most."
"Don't you think that we mistook a lot of his actions for romantic interest back then? He was probably always there only as a friend, but we had to put our own spin on things so that it seemed as though he reciprocate our feelings"
"Yeah. We were all so silly back then, weren't we."
Shinobu smiled. Tears flowed down her cheeks. She turned towards Motoko, only to see that it was the same for her too.
"Let's abandon this train of thought. It'll only result in situations like this."
"Yeah. I can only hope that someday just talking about him won't result in a reaction like this..."
A/N: This may sound pathetic, but I really wanted to cry when they got married at the end.