(Rin's POV)

It was your wedding day, standing at the altar with.. Me.

"..you may kiss the bride."

those were the words I heard before you gave me a kiss, and you had thrown your rose Bouquet to the crowd, one person catching it and grasping it in their hands. The moment was beautiful, but the flowers you threw to the crowd were the same flowers I placed at your own grave.

I stared at your grave in silence, and I unexpectedly broke down.