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Knife stood in his place at the altar. Beads of sweat falling down his forehead as he stared at the church doors, awaiting Suitcase’s arrival. Microphone stood behind him. Placing a hand on his shoulder, giving him an ‘Everything will be okay.’ look. Knife sighed. Eyes scanning over the pews, looking at his friends and family, before setting his eyes back in front of himself. Staring at the wall. Looking over the intricate patterns of the wood, the stained glass, or even the random stain on the carpet.
A few minutes later, the doors opened, Balloon holding it open while Suitcase walked forward. Making her way down the aisle, fabric and lace trailing behind her, as well as Balloon. White petals and flowers surrounding their feet. She held her bouquet tightly, a nervous smile hidden under her veil. Knife watched as she approached, a slight blush slithering on his face. She stepped on the altar, lifting her head towards Knife, looking at him. Knife’s head followed Suitcase, looking right back at her.
Suitcase blurred out almost every word of the officiant’s, only paying attention to Knife. At least up until-
“Knife, do you take Suitcase as your lawfully wedded wife, until death do you part?”
“I do.”
“Suitcase, do you take Knife as your lawfully wedded husband, until death do you part?”
“I do..”
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Knife stepped forward, rushing to hold her close and leaned down to kiss her. Lifting her veil and connecting their lips. As he held her wait firmly, he spun them both around. Waves of applause surrounded them, a few whistles and people standing up here and there.
However, only one stayed sitting. Stayed still, unhappy of such a wonderful moment.
Fan.
It was him who was supposed to be in Suitcase’s place, him who was supposed to be Knife’s, him who was supposed to have Knife, and him who was supposed to kiss Knife. Not Suitcase, not anyone else. Only him. He held his hands by his knees, fists clenching the fabric of his suit pants. A tight, forced smile on his face. He looked over at Test tube beside him, in her dark green dress, applauding at the sight in front of her. “I’m gonna be right back.” He said, before leaving for the bathroom. Test tube’s eyes followed him, her mouth open, but he was gone before she could respond.
He pushed the door open, standing infront of the mirror, tears fighting to fall. He leaned over the sink, he never knew why he couldn’t just confess before these last few months, and why Knife couldn’t have fallen for him instead. Suitcase wasn’t greater than him in any way either. She had many more flaws than him, he knew this for a fact. He took his glasses off, rubbing his eyes. Only for him to perk back up a few seconds later. He knew what he’d do to get Knife back. He knew how to do it.
He wouldn’t hesitate for a single moment either.