His knuckles whitened as he held onto the marble counter of the bathroom. His breath was shaky and his eyes were squeezed closed as flashes of you danced across his mind. The sight of you stood there, dressed in your white wedding attire, with that sparkle in your eye tore him apart. As much as Nicholas wanted you to have nothing but the best, he wanted you just as much. If not, more so. He wanted to be the man waiting at the altar, buzzing with excitement. Even if he wasnโt very expressive as you might have preferred.
His raven locks fell over his eyes as he tried desperately to think of something. God, he knew he had to object. Yet he didnโt want to admit just how much he loved you. He had to. From the moment he met you, his very being yearned for you. You plagued his mind, and etched your name across his heart without even knowing it. Nicholas couldnโt breathe without you, and it was either he loses you forever, grow a pair and confess his love while youโre standing right in front of your fiancรฉ. That sounded uncomfortable to have all eyes on him.
It didnโt help his racing thoughts. The twenty-eight year old heaved out a sigh, combing his fingers through his somewhat messy hair. If he had brought his cigarettes, he wouldโve been smoking one well by now. He couldnโt bring himself to bring any when you asked him not to. How was he supposed to say no to you? Nicholasโ world revolved around you. You were the sun and the stars, even if he called you lovingly insulting nicknames. Similarly to Vash being called โNeedle Nogginโ. Clearing his throat, he slipped out of the bathroom, and what a convenient time.
As he saw you standing up at the altar, your eyes skimming the crowd looking for his familiar face, the officiant asked the famous question. His throat felt tight, yet he didnโt dare let his vulnerability show. He didnโt want the crowd watching him tear at the seams. โI object.โ He rasped out, his eyes narrowed beneath his specs. Adjusting his sunglasses as he walked up the aisle, you were his focus.