Twelve

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He brings his lips closer to mine as the view of the huge crowd got blocked to my eyes with his face. I closed my eyes when he cupped my face with his hand and pressed his lips on mine. Just a mere touch of our lips and it was all over. I opened my eyes, and the crowd went cheering as the sound of applause filled our ears. The person was still not clear to me. His black hair was messy, and it scented of something different. A scent I had never smelled before. Then I walked down the stairs, as a cute pretty boy showed his hand to me. I felt happy. The happiness I felt was enough for me to lean over and give him a tight hug.

"You look so pretty" He commented to my ear. I smiled. For once I thought, the girl to marry him was the luckiest. I turned to my groom, to see the petite figure of his back, wearing a silver kit, showing off his well-shaped body. Even the image of his back hurt me. Even seeing him brought me pain, nothing, but pain. 

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I feel happy to not see Sette by my side today. Though a dream was involved, well, I hadn't messed up. 

"Get up, Sette" I smile at her on my way to greet mum.

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