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epilogue

It all felt like a dream—a happy one at that.

It was a beautiful day, the sky was blue, and it was neither too sunny nor cloudy.

There was a soft tune playing on the piano entertaining the awaiting guests who patiently sat on their chairs enjoying the scenic garden—a ground of lush green grass, tall trees with long wispy branches, and long leaves that looked like wisteria, and pillars of arranged white and light pink flowers.

Everything looked like it was out of a fairytale.

Some of the guests looked behind them from time to time as if expecting something grand to happen, while others chatted quietly with their friends whom they hadn't seen for a long time.

However, there was one person who was the very description of the word anxious. If his best man would exchange a hundred yen for every time this groom had been breathing in deeply, he could have been a millionaire.

This best man perched his hand on the groom's shoulder, "Hey, if you wanna run, now's the time to do it Mitsuya."

He flashed his friend a look of disbelief, "What are you saying Draken?"

"I mean- look at you being a bundle of nerves. Rather than being happy on your big day, you look fucking constipated."

Mitsuya rolled his eyes, "As if you were not nervous at your wedding."

Draken paused for a bit and closed his mouth remembering that he was too sweating buckets on his wedding day three years ago.  

Draken, at that time, albeit showing nonchalance the whole ceremony, Mitsuya could attest that his best friend was more than elated to spend the rest of his days with Emma—the woman that he's been in love with for years.

And now, it was his turn. After today, he would spend all his tomorrow with the love of his life.

Yes, he was nervous, but his heart raced all due to excitement.

The crowd soon quieted down as the piano played its last notes. The event's organizer announced that the entourage was already lining up and that the ceremony will start in a couple of minutes.

There was a person who ushered the groom and his best man to the podium. Draken offered Mitsuya a handkerchief to wipe the small beads of sweat that were forming at the side of his neck. Mitsuya gratefully accepted it and wiped himself. 

Later, he placed his clenched hands in front of him, glancing at the entourage, waiting for his bride-to-be.

The pianist then began to play the wedding march. The flower girls walked, one by one, towards the aisle, throwing white and pink colored petals on the grassy ground.