heartbreak on your face
VI; Illuminated – Hurts
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White has always suited Rukia; Momo has always known that.
Abarai Rukia.
She likes the sound of that.
The bride to be passes her on the aisle, and she's radiant. Beautiful, from the shimmer of her indigo orbs, to the bound of her locks, smooth as molasses, to the graceful sweep of her white wedding dress. It seems as if she's floating on her personal cloud nine, and not even angels dare to stay awhile.
Momo cannot help but cry, silent in the sidelines.
It feels like the stuff of fairytales – of things she used to believe in.
True love.
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"You may now kiss the bride."
It's perfect.
Red and black seem to merge, their curtain of privacy; brown and amethyst irises close; and cerise and gold unites them for eternity.
It's a pretty palette of colours that will never stop spinning, a rainbow's purest form.
And it's funny, in a way, because Momo never thought that he'd get his happy ending first.
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Meeting him is inevitable. He's Renji's best friend. Of course he'd be there at the wedding.
She stumbles over her shoes – high heels that she never really accustoms to – and he catches her.
And she'd always know his touch.
She'd always know it's him.
"Are you alright?" He asks, a low murmur in her ear, her face turned away from his.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She mumbles, disengaging from his familiar arms. Head downcast, she smoothes out the crinkles of her dress, giving herself time to think and recompose herself. Her cheeks are red, a warm flush of embarrassment that will not fade away as easily as she hopes.
So she looks up, meeting his gaze. Sees his startled eyes from long ago, and the recognition that hurts them both; but she won't look away.
"Hi."
And she feels it, light as the air she breathes, almost mistaking it for nothing.
The flutter in her chest.