A brief introspection about love and losing someone who was never yours. Enjoy.
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He knew he would never have her forever.
Hell, he was surprised that he even had her at all. She was so beautiful, so intelligent and funny and just incredibly amazing. Whenever she walked into a room, he understood all over again what people meant by 'light up a room'. She really did. She smiled, and every red blooded man within a two mile radius felt it. He loved her, and for a while, she was his.
He knew it wouldn't last forever, and yet, he was caught off guard when it ended.
The words she had used still echoed in his mind, and in the deepest recesses of night, he would play them over and over, along with all the times she had told him that she loved him. But during the day, he would act as he always did, and no one suspected that he wasn't really over her.
This day, just as much as her goodbye, was completely expected. At least to him. He had seen it coming for a long time. Maybe he never should have said something to her. Not when he knew that he was never the one she would end up with. There was only one person she would never say goodbye to. One person she loved above all others. It wasn't him.
And in the same breath, he didn't regret pursuing her, because he wouldn't trade their time together for anything in the world. For one brief, shining moment, she had been his and he had been the luckiest man in the world.
Luck runs out. Even for him.
But that was okay. And even though he was sad, he felt happy as he watched Lassiter raise Juliet's veil and kiss her softly. Juliet was happy, and Lassiter made her happy (and would continue to do so, or they would never find his body because Gus knew really good hiding places).
Yes, he was happy, because for one brief, incredible moment, she had been his.
The End.
A/N: Awww... Thanks for reading!