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Title: Heart-warming Childhood Tales, Chapter Nineteen
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Theme: Motoki--Sublime
Genre: Angst
Version: PGSM
Rating: PG
Hina had never expected to be at Mamoru’s wedding, not as the bride, but as the sister.
Motoki, standing beside her, was weeping openly and probably would go through that entire box of tissues before the service was over. On her other side were four men with weird hair and hard eyes. They were all gazing intently at Mamoru, with the looks of people so completely taken in they would do anything for him. She had never seen them before, so for all she knew they were gangsters who had tried to mug him on the way to the wedding and he had brought along.
She herself had no idea how she felt. Vaguely happy for the girl, for Mamoru. Sad. Content. Jealous. Proud.
She wasn’t the one up there in the gorgeous white wedding gown, but the one down here, getting Motoki’s snot on her sleeve and maybe learning that she could learn to be happy as the sister of the groom.
Title: Heart-warming Childhood Tales, Chapter Nineteen
Author:
purplekitteTheme: Motoki--Sublime
Genre: Angst
Version: PGSM
Rating: PG
Hina had never expected to be at Mamoru’s wedding, not as the bride, but as the sister.
Motoki, standing beside her, was weeping openly and probably would go through that entire box of tissues before the service was over. On her other side were four men with weird hair and hard eyes. They were all gazing intently at Mamoru, with the looks of people so completely taken in they would do anything for him. She had never seen them before, so for all she knew they were gangsters who had tried to mug him on the way to the wedding and he had brought along.
She herself had no idea how she felt. Vaguely happy for the girl, for Mamoru. Sad. Content. Jealous. Proud.
She wasn’t the one up there in the gorgeous white wedding gown, but the one down here, getting Motoki’s snot on her sleeve and maybe learning that she could learn to be happy as the sister of the groom.
