Title: Crossroads
Part: Prologue

Author: Kazelei
Disclaimer: Do Not Own Any of the Characters
Pairing: SenRu
Genre: Angst

Prologue

It was very obvious that the wedding is grand. The church was carefully decorated by the country's in-demand interior designers. The pews have fresh flowers on their sides. The aisle is covered in a long carpet from the entrance door of the church up to the altar. Even the bell, outside the church was also decorated and was bathed in baby pink glitters that sparkle. From the entrance door to the altar, the sides of the carpet are surrounded by flowers of different kinds arranged artistically.

The ushers and usherettes were dressed elegantly and classically. The ushers are in their tuxedo while the usherettes looked simple yet elegant in their venus cut baby pink gown.

There are many sponsors coming from the members of the circle of the high and rich families. From friends, relatives, and acquaintances of both the bride and the groom.

There were flower girls, ring bearer, bride's maids and groom's men and the maid of honor and the best man. All are dressed stylishly. Their wardrobes were designed and tailored by the country's famous designers and sewers. They were maked up and hair dressed by the country's famous beauticians.

Indeed. A wedding signifying royalty.

The bride is so beautiful in her wedding gown. The white gown is designed such that it really fits her figure and brings out the beauty that radiates to her. The gown is, backless and a pencil cut at the front. Its tail is seven meters long designed and decorated by precious stones. The hems are lined with the finest and clearest crystals in the world. The bride gives everyone a smiling face but it can be seen that she's nervous.

The groom looks good in his expensive black tuxedo. He stood proudly. Everyone can see a plastered smile in his face.

No one can see that deep inside, he's mourning. His heart is bleeding. Full of hatred and regret. Hatred for that person. Regret that he ever loved that person.

There are many people at the church. Nevertheless, all are seated comfortably on the pews. There are also media outside and inside the church, patiently waiting at the same time excited with the event – the wedding of the year.

All who are part of the entourage are already lined up and ready.

He entered the church.

Dressed simply in jeans and a dark blue shirt that matches the color of his eyes. It seems that he was lost but he knew better than that. He came here to see him for the last time. Walking through the door, with bangs of his uncombed jet black hair covering his eyes, he searched for that person.

Their eyes met and locked.

The guy simply dressed in jeans and shirt bowed down his head. He already saw what he wanted to see.

The guy in tuxedo frowned. Still directly looking at the guy in jeans and shirt, he moved forward to where he is.

He looked up.

He gave him a bitter smile.

"This could've been us but you didn't fight for me," he whispered through his ears. Then he moved back to his place at the entourage.

t.b.c.