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I only need to find a way to show him, to prove that he’s wrong, and that the moment he ran into me at Randy’s, he was stuck with meforever.
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ELIAS
Miya’s weddingis one of the most magical experiences of my life. It’s an evening wedding, so the sky is a light blue with a dusting of pink, but we’re surrounded by trees so tall it almost appears black. There are fairy lights wrapped around the branches, lit lanterns hung from posts and large tree limbs. The green grass is scattered with flower petals of pink and orange.
There are thick, pale colored cushions separated into rows instead of chairs, and I can’t help but smile at the palpable love that went into the setup. Leave it to Miya to do things as untraditional to both of our cultures as humanely possible. I love it, though.
Neither of them have a wedding party. The officiant stands below a beige canopy with splatters of pink, orange, and white paint that I can imagine the two of them had fun creating. Our parents are in the front row on the left along with our little brother, Eriol.
Calum and I are in the front on the right, with the kiddo sandwiched right between me and Matty. On each of Cal’s wrists are a pair of soft cuffs, one connected to either of usbeside him. For as beautiful as the set up is, it’s not entirely safe for a bolter.
Right before leaving to board her flight home to finish these wedding preparations, Miya hadinsistedon getting Matty and I new suit jackets. Something about ‘plain ole black’ being ‘mega boring’. Seeing the aesthetic here, I get it.
Mine is a soft, navy blue that matches the footsie sleeper she put Cal in, and Matty’s is a deep maroon that makes his eyes seem even warmer than usual.
Things have been a little tense and awkward on that front, but the day to day things like maintaining the house and working with Cal have been running surprisingly smoothly.
We haven’t kissed in over a week, and the most intimate we’ve been was holding hands when we arrived. I know it was my decision, but I didn’t know I could miss someone so terribly when they’re right next to me.
Today isn’t about my bumbling love life, though. It’s about Miya. My sister. My twin. One of my best friends in the entire world. Tying her life to the woman she loves.
There is no giving anyone away either. Right as the music starts up—not a wedding march but some Safetysuit song they’ve been obsessed with—Miya and Roxy start down the aisle with their arms linked. Roxy is decked out in a black, lace dress with fishnets on her arms, dark hair thrown up into spiked pigtails, while Miya’s dress is a white lace just shy of touching the ground, with her hair swept up into a pinwheel.
They somehow look out of place and fit right in at the same time.
Right before they reach the end, Roxy takes Miya’s hand and gives her a twirl, both laughing as they fit into each other’s arms with the look of two lovesick fools.
I’ve never been happier for my sister.
A few minutes into the ceremony, I make the mistake of looking over at Matty. Just a glance while I’m checking on Cal, and the sheer longing I see there steals all of my focus like a black hole.
I want to reach over and touch him. Hold his hand. Kiss his temple and hold him close, becauseI get it.
The love these two have for each other? The blatant display of it? I'm envious.
Matty hasn't confirmed feeling for me what I do for him, but our hearts have been open to each other from the start, and I swear there are times I see that love reflected back at me.
For the rest of the ceremony, I can't keep my eyes off of him. I try to keep my attention on Miya, but it drifts, and when we're asked to take our pillow seats and lay them off to the side so the area can open up for their first dance, I'm consumed by the urge to have Matty in my arms.
I miss most of the dance, I know I do, because suddenly there Miya is, standing in front of me with a look that axes all arguments.
“Dance with me,” she requests sweetly, but it isn't a request at all. Her fingers close around my suit jacket, and she yanks me so hard I almost stumble over my feet. Good thing we unhooked my cuff or there'd be one heck of a train wreck following after her.
A quick glance around shows Roxy dancing with her own brother, but Miya's arms around my neck quickly divert my focus back to her. She's got this lovesick expression when she follows my gaze, but then she sighs and replaces it with something stern.
“Why are you doing this to yourself?”
“Doing what?”
She pinches the back of my neck, and I narrowly avoid stepping on her foot in retaliation. “Refuse to let yourself be happy.”
“Iamhappy.” It isn't a lie. I might be a little off kilter right now with all of this unresolved tension with Matty, but at the very least, the last few weeks with him in my life have been the happiest I've been in a long time.
The stare she levels me with tells me she is very much not amused. “Tell me you have a good reason for breaking both of your hearts, and I won't sic our mother on you.”
“You wouldn't dare.”
