This is just a one-shot I wanted to write. It started out kind of happy, but being dramatic it took a sad turn.

I know I'm supposed to be working on Snowfall, but I kind of wanted a little bit of variety.

Oh, and it's in a strange point of view that I wanted to experiment with. Please review and tell me what you think of it!

"Don't cry," I say, rocking you back and forth. Your hands cover your red face as you sob. When you were five years of age you did not know the full impact of your mother's death. At that age you only knew that she would not be there for you to play with. But, now twenty years old, in your sparkling white gown, you realize that her absence is more than you could bare. You crave her touch, her blessing, and that smile that would shine as you would walk down the aisle. "It will ruin your make-up," I say to lighten the mood.

You laugh as your sobs turn into small hiccups. "I think I'm ready," you say looking up.

"Are you sure, Lois?" I ask, unsure.

"Yeah," you reply, getting up. "Do I have a choice anyways? I'm supposed to be down that aisle in ten."

"You have a choice," I answer. "It's your wedding. You can probably do whatever you want."

You laugh. "If only that were true." Getting up and looking in the mirror you realize that you are not in any shape to represent the 'beautiful' bride. "Oh goodness," you say as you look at the make-up running down your cheeks. "How am I going to fix this in time?"

"I could help," I offer.

"Sorry, Gabe. I want to look actually presentable," you laugh.

I join your laugh. "Yeah, maybe that's the best choice. Guys don't know the first thing about make-up. I was just being nice."

You chuckle. "I know you were." You apply your make-up within five minutes, and you look better than you did before. This time there were no fake eyelashes or dark eye shadow. Now you look naturally beautiful. Simon would love to see you walk down that aisle and pull back that veil. I know I would.

"You ready?" you ask, linking arms with me.

"I should be asking you that," I smile.

You return the smile and nod. We walk out of the dressing room and into the hall. Turning left we see the big double doors the bridesmaids are walking out of. We stop in back of the doors, waiting for the music to start playing. Before we walk out you turn to me. "Do I look alright?"

I shake my head out of confusion. "You look beautiful," I say. Your light brown hair is pinned back with braids. The remainder of your hair is gently placed across your shoulders. There is a thin headband lined with shining diamonds on your head, holding the veil in place. The rest of your gown is absolutely made for you. The dress hugs your curves ever so lightly and it fans out from the waist down, not so much in a Cinderella manner, though. It sparkles as you turn, and the ever so light blue in the hem compliments your eyes, making them stand out. "Simon is going to love you."

You smile wide. "Thank you," then you hug me. I return the hug, only to be interrupted moments later by the music. "Let's go," you say, taking my arm once more. I quickly reach over to lay the transparent veil over your face. After that we proceed down the aisle.

You asked me to give you away five days before the actual wedding. It was hard not to accept when you pulled out those big blue eyes of yours. It was heartbreaking, though, to have to say yes. I knew the wedding was going to come up but I didn't know it would be this soon. I had not yet come up with the courage to tell you the truth. The truth about how I felt about Simon and how I felt about you. It's all too late now, as the double doors open.

We walk down the aisle. I hear you holding back a sob as you look at the crowd. Some are smiling, crying, or both. Despite how slow the music is going you still want to push forward. I hold you back, though, to give you a chance to recover before coming before Simon. You nod, picking up my silent signal. We continuing walking until we reach him. I turn to face you and give you a peck on the cheek. After that I turn around to take my place as best man. I watch now, the whole ceremony. It is not very long, but it is long enough. Seeing you proclaim your love to him for forever is painful for me.

Next you have the reception. People are dancing and laughing. The music is loud and making me get a headache. I grab a glass of champagne and head outside to a balcony. You don't notice me, though. You're too busy laughing with Simon and his family. I only feel sad for you because you have no family to introduce him to. I look up to the night sky, wishing the day would just be over already. But then I feel selfish. This is your day; the best day and the first day of the rest of your life. My gaze shoots downwards as I realize what today really means. It means that I am too late, I waited too long. It hit me like someone punched me in the stomach. A tear trickles down my cheek. I feel selfish again, remembering that you lost a dear family member that you could never get back. I only missed my chance, something I could have prevented. Then I look up, wiping the tear away. I wish, now, that I could start the day over and have my second chance.