A/n: Sudden thought I had for the new update so- here you go.
Summary: Wedding Cake Cookie has always planned weddings for others. She wants her own wedding now.
TW: Angst, bittersweet or hopeful ending (could be either), doomed yuri type ship, cookie terminology
Black Forest/Wedding Cake (Forest Wedding???); first person POV with Wedding Cake as the narrator; No dialogue or action description, just her thought process
I’ve always loved weddings. They were so beautiful, so detailed, so… perfect.
And one after the other, I’d soon come to see countless couples planning their happiest day. Some were stressed, others ecstatic, few were sent into misery from sudden… cancellations.
But I loved my job. I loved to help them pick out the wedding designs, the type of food, the bouquet-
Everything was like a dream that I saw time and time again. The classics, the traditional, the unique!
Oh, how I loved them so...
And then she came to me.
Her vision, it was out there. But her love was true, it was everlasting. It was beautiful how she spoke of her love. Those eyes filled with nothing but loyalty and dedication.
She was different from my other customers.
She had that look to her, this atmosphere. I could always see hearts surrounding her, thoughts always of them, only drawing away her attention from those daydreams of the wedding when she spoke to me. The passion she had for this wedding was extreme, it was specific yet vague, it was all for the ambiance.
And it all just… clicked.
A night wedding, one during the darkest time of night, the hour where the night splits its time with morning. The hour that began the new day but laid in the middle of the night. The end and beginning of a life, yet it was still all part of one life story.
Weave the uneasy atmosphere in with the awe through the candles and ethereal mystique. It was breathtaking. It simply mixed all so perfectly together, sending shivers of anticipation and suspense through my dough.
And the chant. Oh, how obsessive it all was. A love that would never break apart. One that would persevere no matter what was to happen. It was like a sacrifice. True loyalty like no other I have ever seen before.
Fate, it was fate. And fate cannot break. Not even if she should crumble.
It was beautiful, it made my heart race. I couldn’t help but think that this was it. This was the dream; this was the wedding I’ve always wanted to create. I’ve thought this over and over with so many weddings but this…
This was it.
I loved my job.
I’ve always put my all for each wedding. I’ve planned everyone’s best day. I kept track of the wedding making progress with or for the couple. And I’ve gotten to watch them walk the aisle numerous times.
It was only a rehearsal. Just a single one. It wasn’t even the wedding itself, and I wanted to cry. This was what I had worked for. This was it.
The wedding was never able to happen.
I knew what was happening, the danger that was lurking in the corner and centered around her. She was a target, she was a follower of something not so ideal, and that lover was not someone she could simply marry.
I couldn’t let her leave without something to hope for, without a memory of this dream.
I was barely able to give her the bouquet before she was pulled away. I could only watch as she left and ran for safety.
I thought that would be it...
That I could move on after some lingering pity that the wedding could not happen.
I can’t think. I can’t focus. I work and work but I… I keep remembering that wedding we planned together. I keep remembering that excitement I felt. I keep remembering her...
Wedding after wedding.
It wasn’t it.
This isn’t good enough.
Why aren’t they more passionate?
Why don’t they know what they want?
Why can’t it be more unique?
Why do their ideas have to clash so much?
Why is it so plain?
Why, why, why can’t they be like her?
Why can’t they think like she did, dream like she did, love like she did?!
...
And now…
Now I can’t stop thinking about how I want to live my own dream.
I want to plan it all, to live in it.
I don’t want to always watch everyone move to a new chapter of their lives.
But I can’t stomach the fear of searching or finding someone. I feel disgusted, I feel scared, I feel uninterested in all these cookies I see. I’ve travelled and seen all kinds of cookies, of cakes even.
