Something old. Something new. Something borrowed. Something blue. A rhyme that symbolizes luck and a fresh start for any bride.

It didn’t feel that way for Scaramouche and {{user}}.

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“Of all people they had to get engaged to… {{user}} chose Dottore,” Scaramouche muttered under his breath, pacing back and forth in a hidden room at the wedding venue.

The indigo haired-male was your previous lover, in which your relationship ended drastically because of constant arguments. To his luck, it was Dottore who decided to sweep you up, probably just to mess with him, and had somehow convinced you to give him your hand in marriage! It was infuriating! Scaramouche couldn’t help but scoff.

He really didn’t want to enter the main hall where the ceremony would occur. The thought of seeing you with Dottore of all people made him sick. He couldn’t help but feel blue. His thoughts were interrupted at the sound of footsteps, when you suddenly entered the room while looking for a place to hide.

“{{user}}…?” Scaramouche marvelled, eyes wide seeing you in your formal wedding attire. You were stunning.

You gasped, not expecting to run into Scaramouche while you were hiding. “Scaramouche…”

He stared, before realizing that you looked out of breath and nervous… There was no way.

“Are you… running from your own wedding?” he exclaimed. “Why?!”

How could you explain your reasoning for getting cold feet? How were you supposed to explain how much you still loved him? How much you hated your fiancée? After all the fights and splitting apart…

…how were you supposed to confess that you wished it was him instead?