Yes, I am aware of the fact I used to have a Speak Now Zarter story. Yes, I am aware that I deleted it. But I got this idea at the most random time yesterday, and I decided to write this.

Also, I have decided that instead of using first or third person, which is widely popular in stories, I will make a twist in it and make this story in second person. And please note that THIS ISN'T A ONE-SHOT. IT IS A TWO-SHOT. ONLY A TWO SHOT. So, with nothing more to say other than "I DON'T OWN THE KANE CHRONICLES", I will continue with the story!

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You are standing right in front of the chapel, invitation in hand. You don't want to enter - don't want to see her getting married to someone else. You swallow, indecision written all over your face. You see a familiar mess of hair that belongs to your partner-in-crime turn your way, concern written all over his face, before entering the chapel, and you make your decision.

You go to the entrance and hold out your invitation. The usher who looks vaguely familiar - only later, you would know that it was Felix (who else would have a penguin-shaped gold pin on their suit?) - looks it over and lets you enter. You sit at the very back, because you can't stand seeing the man you used to call a friend look so happy up close - happy because he was marrying the girl that you love.

You watch as the flower girl - a little girl you yourself had trained to become a wind elementalist - and the ring bearer that you know is training to be earth elementalist walk down the aisle, and then bridesmaids and groomsmen walk down as well. You brace yourself, for you know that she will come down the aisle soon. You turn as all the other guests do when "Here Comes the Bride" begins to play. Your breath catches when you see her - her blue eyes shining under her veil, in a simple white dress, and her blond hair like a golden waterfall. She looked splendid.

You swallow, and blink back the unexpected tears forming in your eyes. But you had sworn to not cry, of happiness (which was unlikely) or sadness (which was very likely). You want her happy, and even if you want her to be happy with you (which is selfish of you to think), you want her to be happy. And if being happy is being with him, then that was alright.

You watch the ceremony half-heartedly, not evening listening to half of what the preacher is saying, but you are snapped back to your senses when he says, "Should anyone here present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."

You want, so badly, to stand up and shout, "I DO!" But you don't. You are afraid. You are afraid of being rejected and just ending up even more pained than you already are. Besides, you want her to be happy, right? And what if speaking now - especially because it's you speaking now - doesn't make her happy?

So you keep quiet.

It's one of the biggest mistakes in your life.

The wedding goes on, and you close your eyes as he pulls her in for a kiss. You hear the clapping and wolf-whistles, though, and you open your eyes to see him sweeping her off her feet and carrying her outside to the limo waiting. You are one of the last people to leave, as you are trying to not feel resentful. But you feel deep regret. Suddenly you don't care if you had been rejected had caused you pain. All you care about is that you should've spoken. You should've at least let her know how you feel for her.

But now it's too late.

You feel a hand on you shoulder, and you turn to meet the eyes that had stared at you as you ranted about the whole wedding to her. The fair-haired woman, usually with a smile on her face, was not smiling right now. Her blue eyes were sad. She knows how you feel right now - she is in love with the boy you used to call your friend, with the boy she had just married.

In an effort to comfort the blond that had done so much for you, you whisper, "We'll move on."

She lets out a sort of grim smile, which looks weird on her. "Yeah, right," she says, before wiping the tears away from her eyes. "You know perfectly well we won't."

You say nothing, because you know it's true - this wasn't an ordinary teenage crush. You do not have a crush on her - you love her.

Instead you give your kind friend a hug, and you tell her to go on without you. She nods, understanding, and gives you a kiss on the cheek (and you can't deny your cheeks heat up) and leaves to join her waiting best friend. At last, you are the last in the chapel.

You slowly look around in case a couple are still here, making out for they had gotten bored during the wedding, and when you are 100% sure that no one is here, you allow tears to slip from your eyes, down your face. Your vision turns blurry. You find yourself sobbing like a baby, the raw pain clawing at you, and you just want to cry until the end.

On February 18th, 2020, Sadie Kane married Walter Stone, turning her into Sadie Stone. And you, Sean Kelley, are a coward for not telling her about your true feelings for her. And yet you are brave, for you were able to let her go.

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Surprised you with the ending, didn't I? And if I didn't, then you are pretty damn smart.

Yes, I know Sean/Sadie is an unusual and rare pairing. No, I don't ship Sadie/Walt. But you can blame HyperAndProudOfIt for getting me to love Seadie. The reasons for shipping it? Because it fits. Sean comes from Ireland, which is close enough to England. Their ways of living are similar, and perhaps their sense of humor. In my head, they click. If you don't like it, then don't review.

My first second-person story...I hope it didn't suck terribly. :S But I rather liked the way it turned out.

AND REMEMBER: THIS IS A TWO-SHOT, NOT A ONE-SHOT.

On that final note, REVIEW!