At This Dressing Room Table
Rating: PG. No curses, as usual. Just a story.
Many thanks to Volt for giving me this wonderful idea.
I sit at this dressing room table. I wonder if I've made the right choice or if I desecrate Chappu's memory. Truth be told, I still love him. Nothing will ever replace his memory in my heart. Nothing would come close. But... I have someone who cares for me now. ...and he is still a part of this world. Don't misunderstand. I have feelings for him, also. Not as much as I did Chappu, but enough for this marriage. He is like me. We both have our past. We both would rather speak little of it.
So now I sit at this dressing room table. The image in the mirror does not bear a resemblance to my true self. White isn't my color. Yuna sits at my side and remarks on how beautiful I look. She smiles softly at me. She's the one who will preform our joining ceremony. I had wanted her to be my maid of honor, but she insisted. I wonder how she really feels. Rikku has never been more hyper. All afternoon she has been full of energy. She is still young. She once wished to be like me. I now wish I could be like her.
I still sit at this dressing room table. Chappu still haunts my thoughts as if he had never been sent. Yuna pats my shoulder and smiles. "It will be okay. You should be... happy." I nod. I should be. I will be joined with someone I love. I look in the mirror once more before ceremonies start, and try to smile. Rikku looks with me. "You look wonderful!" she exclaims with her always present enthusiasm.
I sit at this dressing room table, and I can only hope my beloved Kimahri will think so as well.
Author's Note: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! :P P.S. - I have nothing against LuLu. I have something against Kimahri, though, so I can't particularly say the same for him. Muah haha.
I sit at this dressing room table. I wonder if I've made the right choice or if I desecrate Chappu's memory. Truth be told, I still love him. Nothing will ever replace his memory in my heart. Nothing would come close. But... I have someone who cares for me now. ...and he is still a part of this world. Don't misunderstand. I have feelings for him, also. Not as much as I did Chappu, but enough for this marriage. He is like me. We both have our past. We both would rather speak little of it.
So now I sit at this dressing room table. The image in the mirror does not bear a resemblance to my true self. White isn't my color. Yuna sits at my side and remarks on how beautiful I look. She smiles softly at me. She's the one who will preform our joining ceremony. I had wanted her to be my maid of honor, but she insisted. I wonder how she really feels. Rikku has never been more hyper. All afternoon she has been full of energy. She is still young. She once wished to be like me. I now wish I could be like her.
I still sit at this dressing room table. Chappu still haunts my thoughts as if he had never been sent. Yuna pats my shoulder and smiles. "It will be okay. You should be... happy." I nod. I should be. I will be joined with someone I love. I look in the mirror once more before ceremonies start, and try to smile. Rikku looks with me. "You look wonderful!" she exclaims with her always present enthusiasm.
I sit at this dressing room table, and I can only hope my beloved Kimahri will think so as well.
Author's Note: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! :P P.S. - I have nothing against LuLu. I have something against Kimahri, though, so I can't particularly say the same for him. Muah haha.