Mmmmmmm an oc ship-
Imma be honest, this was rushed as all hell and I kinda hate it-.
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How long had it been since Claude had last seen Ashido?
One.. maybe two years? Had it really been two years since the last time he saw the redhead? Two years since their last hookup? Since the brunette had stopped going to the famous designer's signings?
And now here he was, watching the man he loved get married. He's be lying if he said he wasn't jealous of the woman he was marrying; Anise he believed her name was.
It was funny, even though HE was the one who stopped meeting Ashido at bars and at the latter's signings, Claude was the one getting jealous.
Maybe it was because he knew deep down he would never stand a chance with someone so influential, though when Ashido said "I love you" the day before they stopped seeing each other..
No...
Now he was breaking his own heart, thinking of what could've been. He looked towards Ashido, who dressed in his best as always, though his eyes weren't as lively as the day they met.
They looked sad, hopeless as he scanned all those who had attended this wedding. Claude bent down in his seat as he did, not wanting to be seen by the other; it would hurt too much if he did.
The organ started to play as Ashido's soon-to-be wife walked down the aisle, her beauty leaving must in the audience awestruck, though it only filled Claude's heart with more bitterness. Of course he would chose someone so beautiful over him, she was everything someone could want in a wife. He couldn't even hate her, she was just so perfect compare to himself that-
..No.
He came there to see the redheaded male one last time. Besides, he couldn't hide from the other forever. So he sat up straighter in his seat, looking as the new couple met on the stage (? I haven't been to a wedding in a while forgive me plz).
Ashido glanced around the room once more as the priest spoke (again I haven't been to a wedding in a while-), and his eyes widened once he saw Claude; who only returned his shocked look with indifference; a mask to hide how his heart was shattering.
Ashido looked back at the priest, holding his new wife's hand as they exchanged vows, sleepless nights wondering if Claude was alright becoming distant memories as the ugly truth sunk in.
Some things weren't meant to be.
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Again I dislike this because of how rushed it is-
Maybe I'll revise it some other day-
