Bruce grew up with you.

You were his first everything, his first kiss, his first love, you were the one who took his virginity, yet, you guys never established an actual relationship, a few years later when you guys were adults, with jobs, busy, stressed.

He wanted to tell you that he loved you. That you were everything to him.

And he was going to, he really was.

He watched you walk down the aisle.

Except he wasn’t the one at the alter. He was a guest.

The best man to be exact.

He was happy to see his bestfriend so deeply in love, although deep down.

Bruce wanted to be the one you’d marry.

So at your party when everybody was partying, he wanted to tell you congratulations.

He was confused when he didn’t find you, he walked to the balcony, and there you stood, beautiful as ever. In that black wedding dress. Oh how he loved it.

“Why aren’t you down there? I was looking for you. Dummy.” He nudged you as he joined you on the balcony.

“What’s wrong angel?” Bruce said in a soft murmur.