Disclaimer: Though this doesn't really show any characters of Katekyo Hitman Reborn! it does seem like your Gokudera. So, I DO NOT OWN KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN!

A/N: I really fail, epically at that, at writing Angstfics. It's just something I'm physically and mentally unable to accomplish. Sorry.

You (As Gokudera)xOC.

Personally, I hate OC's but I had to make an exception for this one because this was a practice Angst fanfiction.

Of course you wanted to love her unconditionally.

You could if you wanted to, but she wouldn't return your feelings.

Of course not.

She had him.

Now you're here, as her so-called 'right-hand man' while she walked down the narrow aisle wearing the most plain white dress you had ever seen. Of course, it wasn't plain now, it had you flattering it.

You watched as she gave a quick glance and smile at you and then focused her vision to her lover. The one who could call her, his own. You put on a brave face for your childhood friend because you didn't want to disappoint her.

You were the pianist at this memorable reception, you could've ruined it anytime you wanted; you were more mature than that. It wasn't this crap about her being happy. You wanted to be happy to; with her. Your selflessness is what made you human.

You could see them closing the gap between them as they interlocked in you perfect vision. You had the front row seat, after all. Your slender fingers still played a melody that burned your ears. Almost adjusting to the sound of the piano you finally stopped the piece of music and heard the eruptions of clapping and cheering.

You didn't dare look up.

Slowly and silently you walked out of the church while the groom's family was making an uproar. Sitting on one of the steps of the building, you felt a burning sensation in your eyes. Your beloved childhood friend was about to walk these steps and drive off in a 'just married' car. You definitely needed to get out of here. Unfortunately, the doors opened and you could feel stares glued to the back of your head.

Shit.

You tears hadn't dried up and you couldn't turn around. Slowly, you got up while still feeling awkward glares behind you and waved a goodbye from behind. Your tear stains marked the granite steps of the building, but no one noticed. Not even the girl who knew you for twenty years.

I tried to change tenses during the story to make it seem like you were having flashbacks...but it sort of backfired. Gomen.

My head hurts and my mind is telling me not to post this. I guess I'm a masochist at wanting more bad revi- I MEAN CRITICISM. Please R&R.

-Dark