"Years of red roses have finally come to stop in blooming" — Anonymous

I'm perched up a tree, I'm holding binoculars and I'm going to hear a conversation that's makes the world unnecessary to listen to. "I'm impressed Francis. I never knew you had the brains to make this happen. Bugging the room and these instruments, I mean" Her very sarcastic whisper tickled my ears (despite the headphones on my right ear) when I placed myself between both Francis and Bella, fearing that the latter's virginity of touch may be taken by him.

"I feel like you mean that in another way—" Within a second...

"Shh! It's starting!"

... Nice Guy Touch

When Elizaveta entered the room, her widened orbs revealed her hidden surprise as she found our white-haired friend sitting across the room in his rarer and more silent state. Her dress appeared as a long tube gown stopping itself inches above the carpeted floor of the room. The long brown hair, that I know Gilbert loved loose, was tied up in a twisted pony tail-like bun in a very elegant fashion.

"Your hair looks weird" He bluntly stated, unable to produce the usual witty yet stupid comments since the lack of strength he currently possessed caused him to do so. "Hey it's my wedding! I can do whatever I want, dumbass" Her heartbreaking obliviousness amazed all of us, I'm about to cry...

She approached the now standing Gilbert and willingly fixed his messy tie to ready him for the ceremony, Unknown to her is what he's about to do.

This should be the time that they...

"You know I hate that guy, right?"

"Obviously."

"When that 'Speak now of forever hold your peace' moment comes, I will get my ass up and butt in"

"If you do I'll—"

"Who am I kidding? I'll probably leave once you enter the aisle. I wish I could have you, but I can't and it takes a lot of awesome to bear with the pain, but Francis, for once, made sense and told me something."

At first, Elizaveta would've thought of the unsaid phrase with the subjects of rape or voyeurism, but Gilbert's tender and sad tone as he spoke the lesson given to him by Francis gave her all the reason to love the wild Prussian.

... Except, she didn't

" 'Most of my people say that holding on is what keeps you strong. But in your case, it's really letting go'. I'll probably regret listening to Francis for this but he's right, I should let you go."

"Thanks, Gilbert," she forced a smile on her features, leaving me in confusion on whether his decision left her in disappointment or in great pride. Gilbert couldn't tell, he was too caught up in the moment of semi-confessing his obvious love for her.

"But don't expect me to show up" Elizaveta's smile completely transformed into a frown as Gilbert left the room with an unconfirmed expression hidden by the shadows.

DON'T KISS?

"Well Antonio, I guess it's time to get him," Francis declared a few minutes after Gilbert left the room, just making sure that he won't commit suicide.

Are you coming Bella?

"No, I'll stay here" Bella said with a focused tone similar to that of a scientist's interest in an experiment unlikely to have an outcome. Francis and I decided to let the Belgian be and continued to go down the ladder and step on the solid ground to which a likely crying Gilbert presides in a dark corner.

"You're a lying coward, Gilbert Beilschmidt!" A cry suddenly blared itself on to my ears as we started the search for the Prussian, giving me at what likely is called a chill up my spine.

No matter how far my headphones were hanging from my neck, the very powerful cry made both my ears go deaf as well as the two faces that dragged me into this. Francis' Cheshire cat smile as he faced me not only confirmed who spoke the evil deed but also confirmed at what we were about to do.

I chose to skip to a few years since last chapter and let the setting be on Eli's wedding day.

A million apologies for: The long update, abandonment of the restaurant's plot, not being able to reply to reviews, confusion and more confusion.