3,000 Years

Some Mistakes Get Made

A/N: Not entirely sure what this one was. I think I was going for a more grim and somber thing.

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They had almost gotten married. Almost.

Everything had been set: family had been contacted and plans had been made. But of course someone got cold feet. Or rather, he got cold feet. One day he was there and the next Elizabeth found a note that seemed all too blunt and all too emotionless to be Meliodas she knew. To be the man she was so very close to marrying. And yet he was missing; he wasn't there and every time she tried to contact him she'd end up getting more and more questions than answers.

But whether it was truly Meliodas or not, his actions left Elizabeth with a bunch of cancelled plans, enough dismayed family and friends to fill a field and a chest that felt so heavy it could sink into the bottom of the ocean. The pain alone she felt from it all could drown her. Swallow her up in a dark sea that was too thick to swim nor float out of.

And she personally would prefer that to this. To this pain of being jilted at the alter. This pain of having to call your family to tell them the wedding's off, only to end up breaking down halfway through the call, causing your sisters to come and comfort you through the night. This pain that left her feeling like she was missing something most nights, her mind always wandering to the one person who caused all of this trouble.

Yeah, drowning in an ocean seems a lot better than that. Way better.

Maybe that's why Elizabeth was hesitating to open the door, to see his face once more and hear his side of the story. To know why, just why, he had to do it right before their wedding day. Why he chose to do it before a day where everything would more or less be irreversible. Everlasting. Cause it was. It was irreversible and now everyone had to deal with the damage.

Everyone but him.

And she wanted Meliodas to know that wholeheartedly. She wanted him to know that this was all his fault. She wanted to him to see the destruction he'd caused.

He sat there at a table, idly fiddling with something as he seemed to watch time pass by. But even so he noticed her instantly, magically, his whole being perking up at the familiar sight of her form.

His eyes locked with hers.

Elizabeth couldn't deny that she still felt her stomach flutter. The gravity, the traction, behind that gaze was enough to make her mind and senses swim with endless thoughts and desires; even so she couldn't succumb to them. She couldn't think of how much she wanted to hold him close and never let go of the warmth he brought; nor could she imagine what it was like to breathe in his familiar scent; or move to run her fingers through his coarse hair that shone like the sun.

She could only stare and bite her lip, her stomach twisting as her mind reprimanded the rest of her body.

"You actually showed up..." Meliodas breathed, seeming unbelieving as she sat across from him. She knew she wasn't meant to hear that, the faint tint to his cheeks betraying that he'd caught his own slip up. But even so Elizabeth noted the reaction. She noted his awe and gladness.

But even if he looked cheery and presentable right now, Elizabeth could tell Meliodas hadn't slept all that well. It was obvious after having known him for so long - loving him for so long. The faint shadows of lost sleep ghosted his face and she could see a dull edge to his usually grassy gaze. Plus something just wasn't adding up here: something seemed off.

"Well, unlike you I stick to commitments," Elizabeth spoke coolly, purposely, noting that her words were harsh but true. 

She felt her heart sink as Meliodas pulled a guilty expression, the crinkle of his brows making her aware of his distress. His remorse. Something she believed he would've shown a little earlier, or perhaps even made a little more apparent by leaving in another way. Or just saying that he didn't want to get married.