Disclaimer: PoT does not belong to me.
This is a different style of writing.
This was written on the spur of the moment; I apologise if it's confusing, for even I myself am not very sure what this is about.
Enjoy.
"Hey," you say. He is just like you remember. Seeing him silhouetted against the sinking sun, he looks forlorn.
"What kept you?" He says, avoiding your eyes.
"I had to tend to the plants," you say casually. You stare into the distance, watching the orange sun sink slowly.
He watches the canal water under the bridge, his body tinted orange.
"That was a wonderful match," you pipe up happily.
"Hn." He answers solemnly. Your heart skips a beat as he finally looks into your eyes. Having been with him for the longest period of time, you know what was the hidden message in his eyes.
And so, you stand there next to him, watching the same sun, breathing the same air. The sky darkened around you, then brightened slightly as the lonely street lamp flickered on.
"I have to leave," he says.
"Let me send you there," you say.
"It's not necessary," He holds out a hand to stop you. You chuckle.
"I'm your best man; I should be there during the photo shoot." You smile as you take steps to be beside him.
"I'm sorry," He looks into your eyes, and you see the slight surprise on his face when he cannot detect any form of sadness.
"It's alright now; having been loved by you was one of the most fortunate things that ever happened." You hide your hands behind your back, resisting the urge to just pull him into an embrace.
He looks defeated, and his hand gestures tell you to follow him.
You walk in sync with him, like an impromptu march down the bridge and round the corner. You take the chance to observe him closely, and see the faded necklace still hanging round his neck. You smile bitterly.
"Your marriage will be celebrated worldwide because of your reputation; isn't that great?"
"Hn."
"Love works wonders, indeed. To think that you would actually accept an arranged marriage," You contemplate, sighing. "You are the first to marry among all of us."
"But even the strongest love of all may not last us till death." You are surprised at how quickly he answered. He fingers the necklace on his neck lovingly.
"Indeed." You smile. Only the sound of footsteps accompanied the rest of the walk.
You love me.
And I love you.
Till death do us part; it was once true.
But Fate dictates that we cannot be one.
What else can Love do?
fin.
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