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Novel There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) Chapter 293 - 285. A Bouquet of Flowers
Novel There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) by Aerlev
Zein watched the wedding ceremony in a daze.
Something was tickling his heart and altering his vision when Abel nervously waited for his bride, feet fidgeting and never still until the music played. His mind started to wonder then;
Was Roan also nervous during his wedding? Was his father fidgeting and sweating as he waited for his mother? How did they do it at that time? Did they use the dock and get officiated right beside the lake under the falling cherry blossoms?
As the organ played and the bride walked along the isle, shyly blushing from nervousness and happiness, he saw a young woman, younger than him, with hair like warm sunlight and eyes like a deep ocean, walking beneath the shower of fluttering petals, in a white gown as innocent as her bright smile.
Ah...Zein had dreamt of it; they looked at each other, as Lucia walked down the aisle, and Roan smiled gently at her, offering his hand so they could be united under the blue sky.
As Abel and his bride spoke of their vow, Zein wondered what kind of vow did Roan and Lucia make. What kind of promise they made on that lakeside, an esper and a guide bonded together long before their matrimony.
What kind of regret they had when they knew they couldn’t fulfill those promises...
He felt rather bad that instead of concentrating on the wedding, his mind wandered to the past that he had never seen, and instead of feeling happy and touched by the beautiful display of union in front of him, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
But he prayed—he prayed that Abel and her bride would never meet the same fate as his parents.
As he closed his eyes, Zein felt a warm, strong hand held him firmly. The warmth from that hand traveled from his fingertips to his arm, nestled in his heart and spreading to the rest of his body, just like magic. And it was magic; a magic he had been so familiar with now.
Opening his eyes, Zein stared at the altar, at the bride and the groom smiling happily, widely, just like the couple he saw in the picture that was now standing on the bedside drawer of his and Bassena’s bedroom.
Both of those pictures were warm, as warm as the man beside him.
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After the ceremony was done and Abel officially became a married man, they moved to another, larger hall, with a buffet containing large varieties of food, which the guests could freely take. There were several round tables they could use to enjoy the food or just converse, which Zein used to take a rest from the festivities.
He observed the venue itself, which was decorated with a lot of flowers as if it were spring. The flowers were real too, so he knew one of Abel’s sources of stress now. But at least the result was satisfactory, proportionate to the money they needed to fork out.
Despite being inside a room, Zein felt like he was in a flower garden. The pillars were decorated with climbing roses, the ceiling had wisterias hanging, and all kinds of flowers that Zein obviously didn’t know the name of neatly arranged on pots and flower beds. The venue basically felt like one giant greenhouse, completed with climate adjustment formation.
Perhaps that was why they had to do it indoors—how else could they have a blooming flower garden in the middle of February?
"Something in your mind?" Bassena put the plate of food he had taken for Zein, staring at the guide’s rather blank expression.
Zein had been kind of out of it since the ceremony, as if he was floating. Bassena had to hold the guide’s hand just to make sure Zein was there—also because he just wanted to hold Zein’s hand while watching other people getting married.
The blue eyes blinked slowly, and with a rather dazed voice, Zein asked; "Does an outdoor wedding have the same ceremony?"
Bassena raised his brow, knowing where this question might come from. It made him pause and late to respond. It was Rina who answered the question, who had a big plate of various kinds of cakes in front of her. "Well, it depends on the couple, I guess? Most ceremonies are based on the customs of the Old Era, but a lot of people also choose to just register their marriage without any ceremony or reception," she explained, before munching on a slice of strawberry cake. "Why do you ask? Do you want to have an outdoor wedding?"
"Hmm..." Zein smiled a little bit, flipping the fork in his hand over and over, which prompted Rina to blink in surprise while looking at Bassena.
"Huh? You do?"
Zein chuckled and pulled the plate Bassena just got him closer. "I’m just thinking about someone’s wedding," he said lightheartedly, stabbing his fork on a slice of chicken.
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