Miho/Shujin; no I'm not complaining, yes it could be worse.
She thinks they're a beautiful couple.
Tall, windswept, grace in their movements; her counterpart offers a shy smile, and Miho grins, loving the way they try for artistry in captivating ways.
Yet her grin fades, if only for a second, faltering for this fragment of a second, with wedding belling ringing like a death toll.
What if it was her, standing in Kaya's place?
What if she was the bride, walking down the isle as if the path she walked cleared water?
She's always wanted this moment, a wedding and her prince charming, and she knows with eyes staring across the room and meeting with a happy blush, hands not quite held. It's Mashiro, the one she wants and always will; but as she dances with the groom, for this one second, she wonders.
She will wait forever for her moment.
But will that moment ever come?