Chapter 293 - 285. A Bouquet of Flowers
Zein watched the wedding ceremony in a daze.
Something was tickling his heart and altering his vision when Abel nervously waited for his bride, feet fidgeting and never still until the music played. His mind started to wonder then;
Was Roan also nervous during his wedding? Was his father fidgeting and sweating as he waited for his mother? How did they do it at that time? Did they use the dock and get officiated right beside the lake under the falling cherry blossoms?
As the organ played and the bride walked along the isle, shyly blushing from nervousness and happiness, he saw a young woman, younger than him, with hair like warm sunlight and eyes like a deep ocean, walking beneath the shower of fluttering petals, in a white gown as innocent as her bright smile.
Ah...Zein had dreamt of it; they looked at each other, as Lucia walked down the aisle, and Roan smiled gently at her, offering his hand so they could be united under the blue sky.
As Abel and his bride spoke of their vow, Zein wondered what kind of vow did Roan and Lucia make. What kind of promise they made on that lakeside, an esper and a guide bonded together long before their matrimony.
What kind of regret they had when they knew they couldn’t fulfill those promises...
He felt rather bad that instead of concentrating on the wedding, his mind wandered to the past that he had never seen, and instead of feeling happy and touched by the beautiful display of union in front of him, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
But he prayed—he prayed that Abel and her bride would never meet the same fate as his parents.
As he closed his eyes, Zein felt a warm, strong hand held him firmly. The warmth from that hand traveled from his fingertips to his arm, nestled in his heart and spreading to the rest of his body, just like magic. And it was magic; a magic he had been so familiar with now.
Opening his eyes, Zein stared at the altar, at the bride and the groom smiling happily, widely, just like the couple he saw in the picture that was now standing on the bedside drawer of his and Bassena’s bedroom.