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Two figures stood in the alter of a church, facing each other, in front of their friends, family, and the priest who was smiling down upon them. They held onto the other’s hands gently, their fingers lightly interlocking.

Most of the couple’s vows had been exchanged, during which time the woman kept her head bowed, thinking that if she dared to raise her view and look at her new husband she would start to weep with joy. There was a slight pause, and the woman realised that she was expected to say her part.

‘I do,’ she said, loudly enough for all to hear, managing to work up the courage to look at the man before her.

He was quite short and skinny, in a way that some people might say ‘runty’, with long, black hair slicked back into a pony tail. His large, darkly coloured eyes were obscured by round glasses.

His attire consisted of a black suit with a white shirt, which made a big change, as normally, he would very rarely be seen out of his lab coat, always buttoned up right underneath the chin. But then again, mused the woman, it is his wedding day.

For a brief second, the woman looked away from her husband and shot a glance at somebody sitting in a pew at the front. He too, was dressed smartly in a suit, but his was a deep royal blue, as opposed to the other man’s black suit. His black hair had been cut short so that it did not fall into his eyes. He had a certain aura of good looks around him, but unfortunately, the coldness that seemed to surround him pushed people away; as it happened, even at the wedding, the people sitting in the same pew as him looked as though they would like nothing more than to back away. His mouth twitched into a vague, sad smile, followed by the shadow of a sigh.

The pair at the alter exchanged another glance as the priest spoke.

‘I can now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.’

The husband swept his new wife into his arms and placed a long, loving kiss on her lips, in front of the entire congregation, who leapt to their feet and applauded the happy couple. Reluctantly, the cold man at the front followed suit, wanting to try and be happy for the woman.

They exited the church, followed by the guests at the wedding, who were all crowding around the happy couple, wanting to congratulate them some more. The woman was busy talking to another, when somebody came softly up behind her.

‘Lucrecia,’ he murmured.

Lucrecia turned around, and found herself staring, gazing into the steely grey eyes of the cold, distant man who had sat at the front so regretfully.

‘Vincent,’ she replied, a smile brightening her features.

Vincent embraced her in a warm hug, as her smile grew until she was beaming from ear to hear.

‘I’m pleased for you,’ he told her quietly.

‘And Hojo?’ Lucrecia asked.

‘I suppose so.’

Lucrecia smirked. She knew that her husband Hojo and her ex and best male friend Vincent had never gotten along.

‘Vincent,’ said an icy voice stiffly. Hojo had come over to see who his wife was talking to.

‘I was merely saying to Lucrecia that I was happy for her,’ stated Vincent, a callous, careless glint in his metallic eyes.

‘Come Lucrecia,’ Hojo interrupted, grabbing her arm and turning her away from Vincent, without taking his eyes off the dark blue clad man once, ‘we’ve got a wedding cake to cut.’

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