steve's pov: 4th june, 1991
the entirety of the church rose to their feet as we all watched y/n walk down the aisle with a look of awe on each of our faces.
echoes of the organ bounced off the old, brick walls of the church, loudly ringing throughout the fragile building.
her long, white dress trailing behind her as she made her way to the front of the church where her groom stood waiting for her.
everything about her looked absolutely stunning.
the sheer material of the veil covered her face, but i could still see just how beautiful she was.
she looked so happy, her smile practically radiated sunshine- and rightly so.
your wedding day is supposed to be the best day of your life.
i was happy for her, i genuinely was.
but some part of me wondered, if i hadn't fucked things up a couple of years ago, would that be me up there waiting at the front of the church?
i messed up badly. i still regret it everyday.
it broke my heart to even think about her after we split up, because it pained me so much to know that she left me.
she agreed to forgive me and be on good terms with me- but we wouldn't be together anymore.
for months after that i was crushed, and so was she, until she met billy hargrove.
but that's all i wanted, for her to be happy- and she was, just with billy.
but i still wondered if things would be different.
would that be me, exchanging my vows of eternal love with her?
would that be me, putting the most beautiful ring you've ever seen on her finger as a symbol of our marriage?
would that be me, kissing her at the altar in front of all of our friends and family, who are all applauding us on our marriage?
but i would never know.
even though i knew it would be hard seeing her up there at the altar with him, i knew i'd regret it if i didn't go.
i remember the day that letter came through my door- 'you are invited to y/n y/l/n and billy hargrove's wedding on the 4th june, 1991.'
i thought i was over her, but clearly some part of me wasn't, because my heart still shattered when i read that letter.
i knew they were dating, but he never had a good reputation for relationships, so i'd figured he'd just screw her over at some point and that would be the end of it.
not that i wanted that to happen, it's just that he did that to every girl he was with.
the only way i had envisioned myself getting married is with her. i can't imagine it without her there.
maybe i was still in love with her, even though it had been years since we broke up.
just seeing her there standing in front of him in that gorgeous white dress, holding a bright bouquet of flowers made me realise just how much i gave up.
it brought back so many memories, so many memories of her that i loved so much and tried so hard to forget.
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but what steve didn't know, is that the bride was having the same thoughts and memories rushing through her head too as soon as she saw him.
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FanfictionImagines that i wrote back in 2020. Thank you all so much for reading, love you all!! <3