Summary

» Bastian helps organize his best friend's wedding. He is the godfather, he has to be present, no It doesn't matter that that means your heart will break in the process. Because always remember the same phrase ''For a love to happen, it takes two'' and in this story there was only one heartbeat lonely waiting to be reciprocated «

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Bastian was looking carefully at the bouquets of flowers arranged perfectly on the glass table, the petals were soft to the touch, delicate and fragile, looking really elegant. He let his gaze would remain fixed on that bouquet of white Gardenias that subtly stood out on the In addition, he touched the shoulder of his companion to get his attention, the curly one turned with grace and distinction to look at chestnut.

- I think these are very nice- He spoke without taking his eyes off the bouquet of flowers- They will look great at the entrance.

- You like them? - He asked touching the Gardenias.

- Very much - He confirmed holding the bouquet in his hands.

"Then those will be." -He raised his hand for the wedding planner to come closer.

- They have chosen? -The man asked, writing down some things in his notebook.

- We want these from here - Charlie pointed to the chosen bouquet, without avoiding letting out a smile in the process.

- Good - The blond returned to write in his notebook and then guide them through a different corridor to the one who had entered- Here we have the models of the tables, the color of tablecloths, napkins and the design of the vessel, choose the one you like best for the wedding.

Charlie watched as Louis bit his nails nervously, tapping his left foot on the ground, the curly one tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.

- You can go home if you don't like it here.

But Bastian was so deep in thought that he couldn't hear the words addressed to him. And it is that he felt that his heart was oppressed seeing all those details that were opposite, he wanted to choose all those things for him, not for her, he wanted that when choosing something, he would do it thinking of how he would see him when he walked down the aisle, where he would wait for him, he wanted to see the white Gardenias at the entrance to calm her nerves, she wanted to see the decorated altar with the beige fabric that I had selected a few minutes ago. They wanted so many things in that right moment, but there was nothing she wanted more than to be her, to be able to have what he wanted. I liked her, to have her nice curves, to have her blue eyes and her long blonde hair, I wanted to, although be for just a moment to know what it felt like for him to love you. He wanted me to take him by the waist while he kissed her forehead, he wanted to have it when he woke up, he wanted to have what she was wearing. Y although wanting and having were not the same as being, Louis could only want to be in order to have.

To have him

I had been helping him plan his wedding for three months, and in all that time I couldn't get used to the fact that in just a week he would no longer have it, that he would be it slipped from his hands like sand through his fingers. Charlie was his only family and knowing how to lose him it hurt more than he thought at first, he could still hear his words echoing in his ears, if he paid attention, he could notice the slight tremor in his hands, he could feel the sorrow seeping into his soul, without giving him a break, without warning, without remorse. Bastian was just a frigid place where the only warmth he felt faded with the passage of time the hours.

- Hey Bastian, are you okay?

The harmonic sound of her voice only took him out of the judgment that was taking place in his mind, despite that everything else was distorted, Harry would never be a part of that moment without space or understanding.

- I'm fine- He answered keeping his feelings in a glass box, where he always they had been, exposed, but never noticed...

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