80s Band Imagines

💚Saul/Slash #6- Wedding Dress

Kinda Fluffy?/Friendship

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Me and my husband, well- now ex-husband, were finally divorced. It just wasn't right. We had two different ideas of life. I was loyal and he wasn't, that was the biggest one. He loved to drink, and I drank on occasion. He loved to party, and I didn't.

We were polar opposites. But it still destroyed me. We had been together since junior high. 15 years down the goddamn drain.

Anyways, it was Valentine's Day, and all of the guys were going out with their chicks, minus Slash. Slash had just recently gone through a divorce himself. We understood the other's pain.
That and we had been friends since first grade. Me, Steven, and Slash had all been friends for so long. The boys never really got along with my ex.
They couldn't stand each other.
At all.
For fucks sake it was five minutes before I was gonna walk down the aisle and Slash was trying to talk me out of marrying him. I did, and now I wish I would've listened.

But tonight, in honor of Valentine's Day, me and Slash decided to have a burnout.
We were gonna burn the shit from our weddings, anything with sentimental value from our marriages.
I was working on getting drunk, beer number six in my hand. I was a wreck. Dried mascara under my eyes, sweats and a tank top, fucking sandals, my hair in a messy bun.
I was a wreck.
When Slash showed up in the same condition, I felt a lot better about myself. Hair was in his face, vodka bottle in one hand and he never drank vodka. The other hand had a bag that had his burn items. His shirt was tattered and ripped. His pants undone and boots on the outside of his leathers, we were both a mess.

"You ready to burn shit?"
He slurred.

"Come on bud. Let's get you cleaned up a little bit first. I've got some spare clothes for you."
I said dragging him into my house.
I dragged him to my room where he had left some clothes over when he got into a fight with his ex.

Once he was cleaned up, we went outside and started the fire in a pit I had bought simply for the occasion.
We were both sitting on lawn chairs with sweats and sweaters on.

"So, Baby, what's the first thing we're burning?"
He asks. The pet name he gave me all those years ago still sticking.

"All of my polaroids of us."
I replied.

"Well, throw them in June."
He encouraged.

I looked at each one, ripped it in half, then threw it in the pit and watched it burn. A small tear made its way down my face, and I quickly wiped it away.

"What're you burning Saul?"

"The fuckin' paper I wrote my vows on."
He half-slurred and he pulled a paper out of his jacket.
He wasn't sentimental like me and ripped the paper into tiny bits before roughly dropping them into the fire.

"What's next?"
He smirked.

"My wedding pictures."
I replied somberly.

"Don't think about em baby, just throw them in and get rid of them."
He said, his voice enough to make me listen almost immediately.
I nodded softly and threw all of the pictures in at once watching them all slowly melt.

"Next."
I smiled.

"The suit I wore for the wedding."
He said pulling it out of his bag.
He ripped, ripped, the suit into pieces before throwing each piece into the fire.
When the suit was completely gone, he motioned for me to go to my last item.

"My wedding dress."
My dress wasn't a huge ball gown. It was fitted with a small train because he didn't want to pay 'too much'.
I threw the whole thing into the fire without hesitation and watched it burn.

I didn't realize I was crying until Slash called my name and motioned me over.
I stood up and moved to sit on his lap. I curled up into a fetal position, my head resting on his shoulder.

"It's alright Sweetheart."
He said calmly into my ear, softly kissing my temple.

"I don't get it, Saul. We'd been together so long, and then he threw it down the drain. Was I not enough?"
I sobbed.

"Of course, you are June-bug. You know he's a dillhole. He doesn't know how to appreciate the finer things. You're more than enough for everyone June. Don't you ever forget that."

We stayed by the fire for the rest of the night, him whispering reassuring things into my ear as I started to doze off. The last thing from Saul that left a smile sketched on my face was:

"I always hated that wedding dress."

So, I feel like this went in a completely different direction than it was originally supposed to, but I'm not totally upset with how it turned out.

Thanks for reading!!!!