Hi, thanks so much for all your reviews for "Uncertain"! I would reply to them all, and I try, but sometimes I'm just so awkward I'm not sure what to say...

*Awkward Silence.*

'If anyone here knows of any reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.'

Ernst Robel fidgeted in his seat at the back of the church, playing with the end of his tie and biting his lip to stop himself crying out. He wanted nothing more than to yell out and stop the ceremony from going ahead, but he knew the crippling pain in his heart had to stay to himself. What made it worse was the fact that the person who he could usually share his angst was the very person causing it, as he stood up at the altar, getting married.

Hanschen.

This was all wrong Hanschen was his. Well he was Hanschen's, anyway. Lovers at fifteen years old, the best years of Ernst's life thanks to that forbidden relationship, a blissful sin that Ernst had intended to last forever. Hanschen would help Ernst stumble through adolescence, they'd grow up together, run away and live forever in an empty house, away from prying eyes and prejudice. He'd never voiced his thoughts to Hanschen, he'd always assumed that their life would just fall into place. But then it was too late; Hanschen's parents and Anna's parents had come to an agreement and...

Hanschen and Ernst could barely speak, let alone get up to the things they used to get up to together, meaning Ernst had only his memories to help get him through the days up to and including the wedding day. Thinking about this made it so much harder for Ernst to keep quiet during the ceremony, something he couldn't help but regret as the priest went on.

'Do you, Hanschen Rilow, take Anna Gerard to be your wife?'

Hanschen cast a quick eye over his guests, his family and childhood friends, and caught Ernst's eye for a second. His eyes sparkled suddenly, to some ignorant people because of the happiness of the day, or the prospect of his life ahead of him, but Ernst swore it was the years of the secret, the raw emotion and passion that the two had shared that caused his eyes to light up, the heat of those precious moments of lust and the bliss when it erupted into love.

It had to be.

After a second, Hanschen's eyes darkened again and he turned back to his bride.

'I do.'

Finished!

Well, I do have an alternate version of this that I wrote last night, where Ernst does try and stop it, with a happy ending, and if you want to read it, I'll put it up as a second chapter to this?

For now, buh-bye.