I smiled towards my best friend and her who was going to get married. I love her, more than I would ever admit, I could just claim her mine but the acrused blood that flows in both of us prevented that.
I could have pursue her, romance her. For her sake, I shall not. I knew she could bear the criticism of people if we get together but, she doesn't deserve it.
On the day of her wedding, she looked at me, her eyes hopeful. Hopeful that I would stop this wedding and whisk her away for myself. I knew at the start that my feelings was not unrequited, that the other returned my feelings. Still, the blood running through our veins does not allow that, at least society doesn't.
I just smiled at her, suppressing my desire to kiss her plum lips and instead kiss her forehead, then opening my arms for a hug "I can't hug or kiss you anymore after this or your husband would be jealous." I said. Tears was present in her eyes as she hug me tight.
For us, this hug was a farewell, the knife that would separate the fate of us ever being a couple. She looked at me one last time with her tearful eyes, while I just smiled sadly at her. She gave me a kiss on the lips, tears sliding down, wiping her tears before she turned her back as she held her bouquet in her hands.
As she walked the aisle, I looked at her straight back as she went further and further away, walking towards the groom that waiting for her, he smiled happily as he held her hand, as they prepared to say their vows. At last, the ring has been worn on the finger of the bride.
Though I could see past her fake smile, I did not do anything. The sounds of cheers could be heard when I turned backwards and went back to my apartment, planning to wallow out my feelings of regrets there.
We could fight for our love, but the people that supported it were too few, not enough to oppose the tide. After all, who would support the forbidden love between a sister and brother?
