#i could write thousands of fanfics listening to mitski

[fuyusgf]

sitting outside the church, u sighed as u took another drag on your cigarette. u weren't even disappointed in him, but in yourself, for trusting hanagaki once again.

after all, u weren't as important to him as he claimed. the most important thing to him was toman. n you had to accept it. u literally should've accepted it a long time ago. but for u, whenever he came home after hours or even days gone, everything improved and u felt loved again. loved, in his arms, unable to tell him anything other than that u loved him so, so much. and he always replied: "i love you too, babe. sorry to keep u waiting."

"sorry to keep u waiting". at least he apologized for having taken hours and hours to reach the millions of dinners you had prepared, cooked, all perfectly. putting the wine in his glass, just the way he liked it. reserving his favorite place in the table. everything.

u didn't even know why you had agreed to marry him. but it's just ... he stole ur heart. everytime u were with him, you felt inexplicable emotions. u were addicted to him, the more you had his love, the more you wanted it. all u wanted was validation from him, to be the only one in his life. everytime you find yourself kissing him, forgiving him for everything, u find yourself thinking crazy things like u could accept anything that came from him, as long as you had him with u. anything. he was lovely with you after all. such a good husband... when he were with u. anyway, you were sure that he always thinks about you.

so when you saw him kneel down, with the boys of toman behind, and open a box that contained a precious diamond ring, saying to you: "i want ... no, i need you to be my wife" u couldn't help but cry n throw yourself into his arms while repeating over and over that yes. that yes, that u were his and that u loved him. he was crying too, saying thank you, that he loved you, that he was yours too, n that he was gonna be the best husband ever.

that had been two weeks ago. and now, as the cold hit you over and over again n the cigarette was consumed, u remembered the talk with ur friends.

"me and take, we're doin' better" u told them, when they asked u why you would marry him after going through everything u went through. "it's always been just him and me together"

yeah ... after all, you and him together.

your mom came out and sat next to you, resting a hand on your shoulder.

"that asshole ..."

you looked at her with a sad smile, like someone who says a drunkard has drank again. "he has to come, mum" u told her, with a hint of stupid hope that u always saved for him.

"we were been waiting hours ago" she told you. "are u sure you don't want me to tell everyone to leave?"

you were about to answer her, when a few running steps made u and ur mother turn around.

his friends were coming after him and he had a black eye, with some blood, but he had a suit. the one u bought him for the wedding. n his lips uttered another: "sorry for keep u waiting, my love," n thousands of other words of apology. but there he was, your husband. you could finally feel loved again.