disclaimer: I do not the songs or characters
Wedding Dress- Taeyang
Some say it's not over till it's over
but I guess this is really over now
He kept his eyes on the entrance of the church, nerves pulsing through him with each note of the wedding march. He fought the urge to fidget, to run his fingers though his neatly combed hair, anything to get rid of the tension.
He remembered laughing with her as they sat together on Sunset hill. They were lying on the ground looking up at the eternally orange sky, listening to songs on his Ipod, just talking about everything and nothing, because with her it was like he felt everything and saw nothing but her. His fingers brushing hers on the back of the Ipod. Her softly sweet perfume lingering in the air around them. The tint of orange in her blue, blue eyes and the curve of her lips as she smiled. The warmth from the sun, and her being there with him, so close he could feel her slightest movement. The silvered notes of her laugh dancing in the quiet. That was the second he knew he would propose.
The object was smooth and warm under his fingers, familiar from the time he spent memorising it, he recognise in within seconds. The bridesmaids and groomsmen filed in decorated with bright smiles and fancy clothing. She would be there soon. He wondered, for a brief second, if she would go through with it. But then he reminded himself that she always kept her promises.
He had gazed into her eyes for too long, seeking the comfort he thought she wouldn't provide. With the softest of smiles she had told him everything he wanted to know. She would be there cheering him on the next day, unlike all his other friends who were there for everyone, not just the underdog. She would be there for him. Only him. And she was, as he faced off in the first round of the struggle tournament, he heard her chanting his name, saw her light hair standing out in the crowd. When they watched their friends face off, she smiled at him and only him, ignoring the brawl. That was the day he had first dared to hug her, in a way which meant more than friends.
The flower girls and pageboys trudged down the aisle to awes and coos. He felt his fingers slip slightly from nerves. He wasn't ready. Not to see her like this. No, she was too good for this. It wasn't grand enough; it wasn't elaborate enough for her. His forehead started beading with sweat but he didn't risk wiping it off. She was so close to entering. He wasn't ready.
He stood with the cool water washing up and over his bare feet. The first of many lazy days on the beach that summer. The salty breeze and rolling waves made him grip his surfboard a little tighter; he wanted to get out there. The soft touch on his bare arm jerked him back to reality. She stood there before him in a simple blue bikini, her sandals just on the edge of getting wet. He gawked at her, not ready to see her like this just yet. She was so beautiful, the most radiant smile sparking in her eyes and the gentlest of breezes playing with her fair hair. She really deserved a more elaborate bathing suit, one more suited to such a beautiful girl. But then she had always preferred to keep things simple. That was the moment he realised she was the most beautiful person he had and would ever see.
His breath was gone. He couldn't hear the murmurs, sobs or music. He could barely feel the object under his fingers. He couldn't see the people snapping photos, trying to get a better glimpse of her. Because there was only her. The simple dress couldn't have possible looked better in the designer's imagination. The flowers clutched in her hands couldn't have been fuller, more colourful, or more brilliant. The steps she took weren't really steps; it looked more like she skated on air. The smiles she gave couldn't have glowed brighter. He felt himself fall all over again, as she locked eyes with him. She was so, so in love, so, so beautiful, so, so happy.
She danced around in a giddy circle allowing him to hold her in the space they were allocated. Her skirt swirled around her knees as she threw herself into his arms, breathless and dizzy, eyes bright with excitement. The silvery chain around her neck gleamed and he swelled with pride, knowing she used his gift. The music slowed and they met in an embrace, one he never wanted to end. He felt the pull of his heart, and for once, he listened to it. He took the plunge and did what had only happened under mistletoe and showers of fiery sparks. He kissed her under the flashing disco lights, surrounded by their peers. And she kissed back, pulling away with the happiest smile he had ever seen. The song ended and he reluctantly pulled away from the dance floor, only to run back into her arms again. That was the night he knew it was love.
Please don't take his hand
I've been waiting for you for so long
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." He stared with disguised horror as they kissed. His best friend and the love of his life, bound together in holy matrimony. Raising his hands, they traced a familiar path across the ivory keys. Lowering his head slightly so he wouldn't have to see how happy she was, blinking away the dull ache of soon to be tears. But he could still see, from the corner of his eye, how her eyes sparkled as she looked at him. And it crushed ever fibre of his heart to see her go, the memories of when it was the three of them surfacing to just under his eyelids.
Their last dance of high school his best friend had already wrapped her into a dance by the time he turned around. He saw the kiss which lasted far longer than his own. They had been nominated for cutest couple.
At the beach their best friend had offered to teach her to surf, while he could barely form a coherent sentence. They stumbled on shore hours later, arms around each other.
That day of the competition her other best friend had sat beside her through most of it, casually whisking her away for a celebratory ice cream after.
When they were laughing on the hill, her boy friend had snuck up behind them and covered her eyes in that old, old prank. Stealing her attention.
Once the music ends
you will vow to spend the rest of your life with him
That last note was held for as long as possible, he was desperately staring at her, his eyes crying out words he never had the courage to say. The song faded and he was left in an empty church, flower petals scattered on the floor and blank music script before him. Getting up he felt in his pocket for the ring he had hoped to give her.
They had met on sunset hill, he had gotten down on one knee and was searching in his pockets for the little bit of gold which would promise him to her. Then his best friend had swept in, taking her hand and slipping a fancy white gold ring, three emerald cut diamonds glittering on the band, onto her dainty finger. He saw her surprise, confusion, joy, love. Hear the yes. And felt his heart shatter into power blowing away in the wind. Watching them leave, he felt something fall from his pant leg, his finger finding a hole in the lining of his pocket. Picking it up, the plain gold ring with its single modest diamond sat on his palm, cooled the heated skin. Clenching his hand, he drew his arm back.
He raised the ring, reading the elegant inscription. "For my heart, Love always Roxas". Sighing he slipped it into his pocket, restraining the familiar urge to throw it. Gathering up his sheet music, he turned to see her in the entrance, light casting a gentle halo around her.
"Do you really have to go?" hearing her concern mended a portion of his heart only to crush it with reality.
"Yeah I-I'll be in touch." He lightly brushed her cheek with his fingertips, hesitated then stole the slightest of kisses, walking out into the bright flash of sunlight. Part of him hoped he would never get over her, never interact with her again. But most of him knew she was the only one. And he had to be happy for her. Even of it killed him. It was all he could do. All he wanted to do.
Because he loves her.
I am aware of a couple other stories like this, and I hope this is different.
There is another chapter to this with a happier ending (hopefully, it's not finished) and I might post it around Christmas. Or it could be extended into a three shot. depends of whether or not this one works out.
The person mentioned in bold is the same person.
...this is probably one of my better pieces and it still isn't that great, too bad it started so well. Oh well it was because I wanted to post something today especially. And because i fell in love with the song, maybe the next little project of mine will be a 2NE1 song fic. Go Away would be fun.
I have a ask page on my Tumblr (google my user name pichucherrimteam and it should come up) if you want to talk :)