Today's the day of the wedding. It's only been 3 months since Jo asked me to be her bridesmaid, but well, this was a spontaneous decision anyway. It's going to be a small, intimate ceremony at this little hidden spot at a garden. Personally, not a fan of gardens or anything that has flowers in them as of now, but she really likes it, oh well.

"Wal, will you be okay on your own?" I ask. I have to go be with Jo and the rest in one of the dressing rooms, and that means that he'll have to be alone for the entire time. I didn't really think this through, but well, based on experience everyone can tell I don't really think things through.

"Yeah, I'll be fine, don't worry. Go about your bridesmaid duties," he smiles at me as he gives me a little side hug.

"Thank you, you're too sweet," I smile.

I straighten down my pale blue dress, but for no good reason honestly. I guess I'm just really nervous. I'm honestly still contemplating if I should tell Brett about Wallace. We broke up on that same very day that Jo called.

"Hey Colette," he gives me a little peck on the cheek.

"Hey Wal, come in," I open the door wider for him.

"So, what's the big thing that you wanted to talk to me about?" He asks as he sits down onto the sofa.

"Well, there isn't any good way to sugarcoat this, so I'll just be straight with it," I sigh.

"What is it?" He holds my freezing hand tightly.

"I'm... I'm breaking up with you," I force it out.

A look of shock floods his face.

"Baby cakes, what do you mean?" He laughs nervously.

"It's not you, it's me," I say the cliche line.

"What about you?" He grasps my hand tighter.

"I'm not sure I really want to say," I drop my head down, avoiding all eye contact.

"You can tell me, y/n, I just want to know what's wrong," he lifts my chin up to make my eyes meet his.

"Okay," I take a deep breath.

"I'm sick," I finally say.

"I... I... Then take some medicine, and I promise I'll be here for you until you get better," He rubs my hand with his thumb.

I start sobbing. Why does he have to be so nice? This makes it all the harder.

"It's incurable," I manage to whimper through my sobs, "I'm dying."

"Baby cakes, so what? I love you, with all my heart, and I will hold your hand until I can't anymore. I promise you that. And I'll give up all my money to find a cure for you, if that's what it takes," He brings me in for a hug.

I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I hug him back, leaning on his shoulder, and gradually making his shirt damper and damper.

"Sweetheart, I can't lie to you anymore. It's not fair to you. I have Hanahaki Disease," I admit.

"The flower disease?" He asks.

I nod slowly.

"And the only cure is surgery or..."

"...True love's kiss," he completes my sentence.

I sob even harder. I can't face him like this, I feel so guilty. This man is confessing his love for me, and I'm here, telling him in his face that I've been lying not only to him, but to myself for these 3 years, that I have only pretended to return his feelings.

"I'm sorry, Wallace. I really am. I'm sorry for wasting your time and efforts on me, when you could have been with someone who truly loves you with all their heart. I'm sorry I wasted these 3 years of your life," I pull away from him.

"Sweetheart, I understand," He holds my hand again.

"No, you don't," I look into his eyes.

"I really do. Trust me, y/n," he says, and I can see a tear escape the corner of his eye.

We both sit in silence. This is going to be the toughest breakup ever.

"I had Hanahaki," he sighs.

"You did?" I ask.

He nods. "It was when I was a teenager, to this girl, Kimora. She was my best friend, but I knew that she would never love me back. She only sees me as a friend and nothing more. But when she gave me a flower on my birthday, I had some false hope, and you know, the thing started. I was hopelessly in love with her, and it took over my entire being. I didn't care, though. She became my life. I loved her. My only regret in life is getting that surgery, because it took away my life, and it took me a long, long time to recover from the pain of loving nothing. Everything was gray, and when I saw her, I felt nothing, but that nothingness hurt even more, because she was my best friend, and the love I have for her, even the platonic love, was gone."

"What happened in the end?" I ask.

"We drifted apart, because she still loved me as a friend, yet the synthetic love I had for her after the surgery just wasn't as strong as the real one. I found out she got married 3 years ago. I was obsessed with a woman I didn't even love and I was chasing something that's non-existent: my love for her. I figured out after a while that I wasn't actually pursuing her anymore, I was only looking to feel romantic love again, and that was my cue to move on with my life. That was also when I met you," he sighs, "In a way, I used you to get over my pain too. So I owe you an apology. I'm sorry, y/n, and I know that I have to let you go. I will always love you, even if it can only be purely platonic."

"Thank you for understanding, Wallace. You will always be one of my closest friends," I give him a little side hug.

"Speaking of friends, is the guy Brett?" He asks.

I sigh, "Yes, it's him."

I told him the entire story, and I'm just so happy that he could understand how tough this was, and how bad I felt towards letting him down.

"I'm so glad that you told me this, because I was actually ring-shopping just now," he says while looking at his feet.

I put my hands over my face. Oh goodness, he bought a ring. How can I do this to him?

"Thank goodness the universe hinted that I wasn't ready to get married yet, so I got you this instead, as a promise," he takes out a blue Tiffany box from his pocket. I open it, and inside is a little blue pouch. I reach my hands inside, and I pull out a Tiffany bean necklace.

"It's supposed to be a promise that I'll love you forever, and I guess it still is, but as a friend," he smiles slightly.

"Wallace, you should return it," I place it back in the box.

"No, I want you to keep it, and call me selfish, but I want you to think of me every time you see it, because we did have good moments, and we still will, just without the romance part," he opens the box back up and puts it on me.

"Thank you so much, Wallace," I place a peck on his cheek, and he returns it.

"Please live," he whispers.

"But I don't want to get the surgery," I whisper back.

"You know what I meant."

I invited him to the wedding as a friend, and I was hoping that he can find his special someone here, since Jo has a lot of friends, and most of them are as nice as she is. I have made it a personal goal to help him find the one. Wow, look at me. The matchmaker without a match. Oh right, Brett. It turns out that we couldn't arrive together as we had to help out with the bride and groom. I had to arrive earlier, so I couldn't make it with him.

I fiddle about with my necklace as I make my way to the dressing room. Everyone's already dressed and putting on their makeup.

"Hi guys," I say as I put my bag down on one of the chairs.

"Colette! You're late! Go put your dress on, and touch up your make up!" Becky, the maid of honor instructs.

"On it!" I say as I hurriedly go change behind a screen. It's a strapless, so I slip it on with ease. I go to one of the mirrors and I start putting some blush and highlight on, even though I probably won't need it because it's cold outside. The hair stylist curls my hair and puts a dainty flower headband on all of us.

"Colette, do you mind checking on the guys? They're a couple of doors away," Becky calls out.

"Sure!" I say as I grab my phone. I'm actually kind of looking forward to seeing Brett. It feels totally different looking at him now that I'm single. I no longer feel guilty for letting Wallace down, since he's been rooting for me and Brett to get together for these three months.

I knock on the door, and someone says "come in", so I open the door knob slowly. The guys are in there, all surrounding Max, who looks very anxious and stressed out. Everyone's ignoring me, and just focusing on getting Max to calm down. I search for Brett, who's back facing me. I tap him on the shoulder.

"Hey Brett?"

"Hey Colette, what's u... wow, you... you..." he stammers.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"You look gorgeous," he says, and I can feel my cheeks start burning.

"Thank you," I smile, but now's not the time.

I bend down slightly, so I'm at eye level with Max.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" I ask.

"Colette, you're here," he greets.

"I'm here for you, what's wrong?" I smile at him.

He plays with his fingers, "I... don't think I'm ready for all of this, getting married stuff."

"Why do you say that?" I ask.

"Because, when we broke up, it hurts so much, and these past two years have been more on and off than a real relationship. I don't know if I did the right thing, proposing so quickly," he whispers.

"Max, you've dated her for 8 years, and you've known her for even longer than that. You know her like the back of your hand, and that little voice that told you to propose 5 months ago, well, it's you knowing that the both of you are ready for this," I say.

"I guess," he sighs.

"And I know this may be a little nerve-wracking, but you have to know that if you don't do this now, you'll regret it for the rest of your life. She loves you, and you love her. Cherish her and make her happy while you're still able to, don't be like m... the people who realizes that too late, and regrets it for the rest of their days," I squeeze his hand.

He takes a deep breath and smiles. "Thank you, Colette." He squeezes my hand, and lets it down gently.

"See? Colette makes a better groomsmen than all of you combined. Not everything has to be about sleeping with Jo, you know," he says to everyone.

"Ew, gross," I smack him gently at the back of his head.

"So everything's alright now?" I ask and everybody nods.

"Then I guess I'm off, see you all later!" I say as I leave.