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REPLACEMENT yamaguchi tadashi

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REPLACEMENT yamaguchi tadashi

🏷️ ;; short, drabble, angst, feelings, wedding, heartbreak, u wish that was u huh yamaguchi, republish, edited
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"YOU may kiss the bride!"

i didn't think twice and closed my eyes, never have i ever been so excited to have the kiss of my life, that will soon be my husband for eternity. i laughed through my tears, it's the happiest day of my life!

i could see my husband smiling so brightly when i looked at him. my hands couldn't help but move on its own and gently caress my, now, husband's chubby cheeks. careful as i was, the slow kiss i pulled my husband's face in.

i swear, everywhere and everything instantly vanished before i could open my eyes again. as if white glowing void surrounded my husband and i, just us. only us. we could walk one hundred miles and still be followed by the void and never separate.

in just one kiss, i could feel my chest lift up in delight. ascending my way to heaven. my tears still spilling from my rested eyes which were now glossy and puffed. those lips i felt just now, those same lips i kissed 11 years ago were still so very soft that i could never pull away from.

slowly but surely, i opened my eyes again to see the same person i saw in the small white void a second ago. "haha.. this really is my life now. i love you, so goddamn much."

my ears turned red and sharped up when i heard his laugh, man, i wish this day would never end. i wanna stay here with him, right now, and forever...

is what i would've said if this was my love story.

the lips i longed to feel for 11 years, were now connected with someone else. someone who wasn't me. someone who I've known since early childhood. tsukishima kei. my dear childhood friend.

that should've been me.

how lucky you are. who would've known this was all a race for him.

oh how I pity you, to be you, to be in your position.

you are, my replacement.

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