Title: Fight
Rating: T. I'll be forever clueless about ratings.
Summary: Some things are worth the fight. GraLu.
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Beta: None.
A/N: AU-ish. No magic. Lulz. My writing is a bit rusty, but I hope it's still okay. I hope this simple fic would satisfy you.(so no backflip plot twists) I know this plot is common enough in this fandom, but I think I did a pretty decent job here.
*scratches womanbeard*
It was supposed to be this way from the very start.
The chapel was decorated with light blue and pink, two of her favorite colors, when you notice this you smile. You also notice that she has forgone the traditional white theme of a wedding, but she always was an unconventional girl, unwilling to be tied down by rules. She was a free bird, roaming the world until she found your odd little group. She could have left you guys, but she stayed. She became your friend, until it became something more.
(more?)
You're standing there in front of the altar, all dressed up in a fancy tuxedo, reserved specifically for this day. You might have a strange habit of stripping randomly, but you force yourself to behave, this was her special day after all. You take a look around the room once more, finding friendly faces from all your adventures growing up. The bridesmaids opposite of you are chatting merrily, waiting for time to pass by. You start to fidget nervously, until you felt something. A female red-head among the crowd was staring at you, her eyes telling you to stop.
(To stop hurting yourself.)
You don't do anything to throw off the stare because suddenly the doors opened. She was a vision in light blue, but you don't notice the dress, you notice the smile. She was smiling like the time you took her out to see the stars. You remember how the stars seemed to dim in comparison to her light. She was the center of your world, but she wasn't yours to start with. You are Icarus, you know the warnings yet you still fly by too close. All this pain and suffering, all for her. You think about throwing a fit, shouting repressed confessions, cursing fates and fighting for a love that burned hot like white stars, but something stops you.
You look at your pink-haired friend (rival?) and think that maybe, just maybe it was time to let go. She looked at the oaf and at that moment you seem to know that they were meant for each other, she looked at him like the way you looked at her. You know the big lizard would take care of her, treasure her more than you. You think about these things during the exchange of vows. You might love her, but she loves him and he loves her. You come crashing down from the sun, but you learn things; big and important things in life.
After the ceremony you congratulate the newly married couple, you feel cold and numb, but you also have no regrets. You still love her and you still will, but you'll get by. You think of a future where you're in love with a girl who won't be afraid of your coldness, someone who'll learn to deal with your abandonment issues and stripping habits, and somehow it makes the pain subside little by little.
As you go out the chapel doors, you feel a weight was lifted from your shoulders. You are defeated, beaten and bruised, but only in this battle; you have yet to conquer the war.
Some things are worth fighting for, but some things are even worth more by letting go.