Life seemed to be passing by in slow motion, everyone was there, their family and friends, everyone was dressed up, everything was ready. It all looked like a big blur to him, like it was a swirling mass of colours and noises, and still he couldn't figure out why he was still there… standing in the aisle under the white arch, their white arch.
He still felt like if all this time he'd been trying to catch smoke with his bare hand, she had always been his smoke, never his flame… even all those years ago he'd known that her soul would always burn for someone else, not for him… That turned out to be his biggest regret, his biggest mistake; falling in love with the wrong woman, falling for someone that would never fall back, being an idiot in front of her by asking her to love him back, he'd regret it forever and yet cherish the fact that she was the most important part of his life.
That was the reason why he was standing here today, despite all of what he'd heard barely hours ago, despite how his heart had broken into little pieces after what she'd said, despite all of the lying that all of them had gone through for all of this time, despite all of that, he still loved her. He loved her more than words could express, and certainly his words or actions hadn't been enough to keep her by his side. It was in the middle of his silent reminiscence about the recent events that a dreamy voice seemed to pull him out of his self absorption.
"Are you feeling well? You don't look very good…" Luna Lovegood's frame was standing in front of him, looking straight at him with her big blue eyes, "Though I think it is very understandable for you to feel this way, I mean the love of your life just left you for your best friend, but it's okay, I mean, she wasn't meant for you"
Her words struck him like lightning and suddenly he was standing to his full length, with his head hovering above hers "What do you mean she wasn't meant for me? Everyone knew we were prefect for each other!" He almost yelled at her, what an arrogant little witch, the nerve!
"Not even you believe that bollocks, Ronald," Luna said, unnerved by the sudden outburst of raw emotion her redheaded friend had just displayed "we all knew that Harry and Hermione were in love and completely perfect for each other, it's just that you Weasleys have the tendency of being completely daft when it comes to things that are right in front of your nose…" and with those lingering words swirling in his mind Luna turned on her heel and left him.
Thoughts of how it seemed that Harry and Hermione were always more connected with each other, how they always seemed to know what the other one was thinking, and how she always loved Harry and not him were coming back to him… Now he remembered. Now he understood.
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A/N: This can barely be called a chapter, but a longer one is to come, and I can assure that it will explain everything.