In the middle of running, Gilbert heard his cell phone ringing again and he finally picks up.

"Hey, good morning! …What? I said I'm on my way." he shouted into the phone as he turned, zipping past the crowd that was cheering for the marathon runner coming that way.

"Of course I'm rushing over!" Looking to the side, he saw he was running at the same pace as the runner in the lead. "In world record time!"

The Chinese runner turned to look at him and started speeding up. He wasn't about to lose to some guy in a fancy getup.

At the same time, Gilbert ran even faster. He wasn't going to miss this wedding no matter how much he wanted to.

He started feeling like this had happened before to him…

-

Trying to keep the promise he made, he stepped over second base and headed for third. She was cheering for him up there. This was his last chance to actually win a game as a high school student.


Mother and Father were practicing him for walking their daughter down the aisle.

"You're going too fast, honey!"

"No, I'm not."

"Ah look, don't drag you're heels."

"Oh, give me a break already…"

Elizabeta laughed and returned her attention back to getting ready.

She gently touched the white gloves before picking them up and slipping them on her hands.

"Too noisy…"

"No, I'm not. One more time, come on."

Mother and Father turned around again.

Father looked at his daughter sadly, holding the bouquet in her wedding dress.

He never thought he'd see this so soon, and frankly, it left him speechless.

Mother was so proud.

Elizabeta was a smiling bride to a very lucky man today.


Lovi and Feli looked around for the others as the wedding was about to start.

Antonio dragged out Francis, who kept checking his watch, to wait for Gilbert.

He looked up from his wrist and pointed.

"That's him!"

They ran over to Gilbert and started leading him in.

"You are so late, what the hell were you doing?" Antonio questioned, pulling him by the arm.

"Idiot! It's a miracle I'm here now after I woke up so late!"

"It's even more of a miracle that you're late on such an occasion!" Francis scolded him.

Gilbert exhaled loudly. "I can't take it anymore…"

And then he collapsed onto the ground.

Antonio bent down and started to try to shake him awake.

"Hey! Gilbert!! Come back!!"

"Listen--" Francis tried to interrupt.

"Gilbeeert!--"

"LISTEN!" he said, grabbing Tonio's shoulder. "It's faster if we just carry him."

"Say those kinds of things earlier, will you?" Antonio complained, putting one of Gil's arms over his shoulder while Francis took the other.


The organ started playing that the doors opened. Elizabeta started to walk down the aisle with her father.

Gilbert stepped out from where he and his friends were going to film the wedding and watched her.

'Since I've known Eliza in elementary school up till now… How long has it been since then?'

She stopped and looked at him and smiled.

Letting go of her father's arm, she held it out as if it was for him to take and began walking forward again.

Antonio then pulled him back.

"Gil! Quick! Come here and do your job! Quick…"

As he set up the microphone, the groom came out and took Eliza's hand and they resumed walking together.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

Gilbert hastily extended the microphone.

He just stood there holding the mike.

'She was always close. It seemed like I had forever to tell her how I felt. I ended up just waiting for what I thought should be the best time to confess.'

-

"It's better to marry the person you love second best than the one you love most,"

There are people who say that smugly.

Do people really know if the person they're dating now is someone they love second best?

But one thing's for sure:

At the moment you're about to lose the person you love most in life...

You'll realize that they are the one.

-

And as the bride and groom exchanged their "I do's", he looked down at his shoes.

'But it's already too late now… Eliza's getting married today.' he thought to himself.

Now, he can just watch as it was time to kiss the bride.

He dropped the microphone and wore a look of regret on him face.

The blonde man sitting in the very back watched him.

He just grinned to himself and shook his head.

Gilbert Beilschmidt was pitiful.