2 His POV

Pink cherry blossom flowers danced. It fluttered around the vast expanse of land, flowed here and there before finally kissing the ground. It went into motion together with the distinct chattering of the crowd. Voices coming together in harmony, filled with joyous exhilaration, accompanied by the sweet lilting tune of the orchestra. The violin sang, and the melody filled the air and struck the hearts of many.

I watched as a woman glided among the aisles, like she was floating. The sun rays hit her body, and it made an ethereal glow. Her beauty was as blinding as the sun, eyes as bright as stars as she look forward. Blushing cheeks and red smattered lips, the red painted a saccharine smile. My eyes drifted towards the lady sitting at the left side. She was staring at the woman. Tilting my head at the side, I wondered why she's looking at her like that.

The lady wore a peach dress, she was one of the bridesmaids, but also appeared like she doesn't belong with them either. Her cheeks are flushed, like a peach.

Cute...

Her eyes shone like shiny black expensive diamonds and are trained at the bride. I wondered why she's looking at her like that again. It was not anger, nor contempt. It was neither joy, nor sorrow. It's like she's looking at something beautiful, but the beauty brings pain instead.

How weird...

I watched her like a hawk, noticing every little things. How her pink lips twitched into a smile, and how a crystal drop peeked from those jeweled eyes and slithered down those flushing cheeks.

She was a stark contrast amongst the sea of people around her who's wearing happy masks. But that contrast made her stand out in my eyes, it made me curious.

She looks sad and at peace at the same time, a weird combination and I wondered for the nth time.

Why does she look like that?