하루のはる
Characters: Anna, Sungmin (from Super Junior)
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
Summary: On this special day, we are gathered to witness a promise of everlasting love... Happy Birthday, Anna.
Forewords
The day isn’t perfect - the sky is slightly dark with the threat of rain. Traffic is slow due to a slight fog - meaning the guests would be late. There were some slight delays in the planning, and the planners are running around like headless chickens trying to solve the mess.
The maid of honour is furious with the groom trying his best to pop in and see the bride before it was time. The best man is laughing his head off, before he is attacked by the maid of honour, who is restrained by the head planner, who in turn nearly gets her arm bitten off.
Everything isn’t perfect. Nothing and no one is.
And yet to her, everything is.
On that day of duality. On that day of impossibility.
On that day of Spring.
~*~
Chapter
There is a light drizzle when the ceremony finally starts, and the music plays along with the low rumbling of thunder and the flash of lightning, making the glass windows cast the eerie glow that begets a horror show with the church as its victim. Yet as the springs shower finally starts, it seems like the heavens was expressing its approval, raining the blessings of spring down onto the earth below.
She steps out like a vision in white - both of ethereal beauty and ethereal feeling. The one who walks in front of her thinks of the latter. And the one who stands at the front waiting thinks of the former. Neither can see her face, yet knew what she looks like beneath that veil - the personification of the blushing bride, yet unique in her own right.
‘The first time they met, they had made each other blush for reasons profound and for no reason whatsoever. Their friends had tried to pull them apart, and yet somehow pushed them closer together.’
The music plays like an accompaniment and like a distraction to the beauty that was waltzing her way down the aisle. The groom fidgets nervously, feeling as if the pace she was going was too slow and yet too fast. He never wants this moment to end, and yet he can’t wait to hold her in his arms.
His wishes are immaterial. When she trails up to him, her best friend helping her rearrange the skirt with a scowl-crossed smile, he holds out his hand and grabs her. Their hands are both cold with sweat and warm with the blush that comes with the touch.
‘The first time they touched, it was both an accident yet deliberate. Both of them unconsciously reaching out for each other on a conscious impulsive decision. Did that mean it was a manufactured accident? Or an unconscious mannerism? No one really cared, too busy with the tingling feeling in the skin and heart.’
The priest goes through the rites like a well-oiled mechanism. He has done it many times before but today, he sees the happy smiles of the couple before them, and the friends they have gathered round. And for once, in a long while, he thinks - ‘maybe this will work out.’
‘To have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part.’
And with spinning anxiety and firm certainty, they both say the binding words…
“I do.”
A shout of celebration spreads through the room, along with the sound of one reluctant grunt accompanied by a slow clap and a syncopated snort. Both are quieted by a quick slap and a look of reproach. They obey - for one. Today is special - as would everyday from then onwards would be.
They move as one to the foyer, letting the bride and groom go first as guests of honour. When she throws the bouquet, it lands in the hand of one sharp head planner, who pats it upwards and straight into the hands of a protesting maid of honour. The groom, not missing a beat, shimmies the borrowed garter and shoots it straight in the face of a certain snarky best man who grabs the garter, his mouth and brain empty for once, hating and loving the moment as the maid of honour controls her rants to grumblings. Yet her gaze promises a future of pain which the best man both anticipates yet dreads.
She laughs. He laughs. They’re both overjoyed and yet pensive. Unsure of the future yet welcoming it.
‘Lee Sungmin and Anna Lee. Two distinct individuals wrapped into a package of one. Like words which looked the same but mean different things. Like a song complete with its melody and base.’
And so the ceremony draws to a close and outside the sky is clearing. It’s not the fairytale ending - there are puddles on the ground and residue water dripping from anywhere it can. The car which drives round is wet with droplets, looking like it had sweated itself out from nervousness. But it is their dream come true.
He pulls her hand and she pulls his. Together they walk down, out into the emerging sun. The sun which will nurture them, making them grow with warmth and love; the sun which will beat down on them, make them withered and dry.
Whatever things may…
They will be together in duality. Together despite impossibilities.
Together even as days of Springs pass.
~*~
Till Death Do They Part…
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
Summary: On this special day, we are gathered to witness a promise of everlasting love... Happy Birthday, Anna.
Forewords
The day isn’t perfect - the sky is slightly dark with the threat of rain. Traffic is slow due to a slight fog - meaning the guests would be late. There were some slight delays in the planning, and the planners are running around like headless chickens trying to solve the mess.
The maid of honour is furious with the groom trying his best to pop in and see the bride before it was time. The best man is laughing his head off, before he is attacked by the maid of honour, who is restrained by the head planner, who in turn nearly gets her arm bitten off.
Everything isn’t perfect. Nothing and no one is.
And yet to her, everything is.
On that day of duality. On that day of impossibility.
On that day of Spring.
~*~
Chapter
There is a light drizzle when the ceremony finally starts, and the music plays along with the low rumbling of thunder and the flash of lightning, making the glass windows cast the eerie glow that begets a horror show with the church as its victim. Yet as the springs shower finally starts, it seems like the heavens was expressing its approval, raining the blessings of spring down onto the earth below.
She steps out like a vision in white - both of ethereal beauty and ethereal feeling. The one who walks in front of her thinks of the latter. And the one who stands at the front waiting thinks of the former. Neither can see her face, yet knew what she looks like beneath that veil - the personification of the blushing bride, yet unique in her own right.
‘The first time they met, they had made each other blush for reasons profound and for no reason whatsoever. Their friends had tried to pull them apart, and yet somehow pushed them closer together.’
The music plays like an accompaniment and like a distraction to the beauty that was waltzing her way down the aisle. The groom fidgets nervously, feeling as if the pace she was going was too slow and yet too fast. He never wants this moment to end, and yet he can’t wait to hold her in his arms.
His wishes are immaterial. When she trails up to him, her best friend helping her rearrange the skirt with a scowl-crossed smile, he holds out his hand and grabs her. Their hands are both cold with sweat and warm with the blush that comes with the touch.
‘The first time they touched, it was both an accident yet deliberate. Both of them unconsciously reaching out for each other on a conscious impulsive decision. Did that mean it was a manufactured accident? Or an unconscious mannerism? No one really cared, too busy with the tingling feeling in the skin and heart.’
The priest goes through the rites like a well-oiled mechanism. He has done it many times before but today, he sees the happy smiles of the couple before them, and the friends they have gathered round. And for once, in a long while, he thinks - ‘maybe this will work out.’
‘To have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part.’
And with spinning anxiety and firm certainty, they both say the binding words…
“I do.”
A shout of celebration spreads through the room, along with the sound of one reluctant grunt accompanied by a slow clap and a syncopated snort. Both are quieted by a quick slap and a look of reproach. They obey - for one. Today is special - as would everyday from then onwards would be.
They move as one to the foyer, letting the bride and groom go first as guests of honour. When she throws the bouquet, it lands in the hand of one sharp head planner, who pats it upwards and straight into the hands of a protesting maid of honour. The groom, not missing a beat, shimmies the borrowed garter and shoots it straight in the face of a certain snarky best man who grabs the garter, his mouth and brain empty for once, hating and loving the moment as the maid of honour controls her rants to grumblings. Yet her gaze promises a future of pain which the best man both anticipates yet dreads.
She laughs. He laughs. They’re both overjoyed and yet pensive. Unsure of the future yet welcoming it.
‘Lee Sungmin and Anna Lee. Two distinct individuals wrapped into a package of one. Like words which looked the same but mean different things. Like a song complete with its melody and base.’
And so the ceremony draws to a close and outside the sky is clearing. It’s not the fairytale ending - there are puddles on the ground and residue water dripping from anywhere it can. The car which drives round is wet with droplets, looking like it had sweated itself out from nervousness. But it is their dream come true.
He pulls her hand and she pulls his. Together they walk down, out into the emerging sun. The sun which will nurture them, making them grow with warmth and love; the sun which will beat down on them, make them withered and dry.
Whatever things may…
They will be together in duality. Together despite impossibilities.
Together even as days of Springs pass.
~*~
Till Death Do They Part…
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