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It’d been a feeeks now since the crea had shown up at his place But instead of i it out like he knew he should’ve, he’d left it on his kitchen counter to taunt hi So, because just as he’d suspected, there’d been a wedding invitation inside This wedding’s invitation, and if that had been it, he nore it But it hadn’t been, not by a long shot, because that sneaky little princess of Priest’s had also included a whopper of a guilt trip

A handwritten, folded one that was tucked nice and neat inside

H ~

I thought you ht want to come and see what you saved

xx Bright Eyes

Henri took a deep inhale of his cigarette, hoping it would cal their seats one by one, and when Priest stepped outside, followed by that gorgeous French fucker—his first husband, Julien—Henri felt as though there were a knife in his heart One that was slowly being pushed deeper and deeper

What the hell aht, as Julien reached for Priest’s hand But no lued to the spot, as he watched the two uests while they waited for the cerein

Around five ave a quick wave and made a hasty exit to the left, which didn’t surprise Henri in the slightest Croeren’t really Priest’s thing—Henri’s either, for that ave him a moment to really look over the man his former best friend had become The man he’d loved ever since he was a boy

Dressed in a black, perfectly tailored three-piece tuxedo, Priest looked devastating today His flaant style for the wedding, but it took nothing away from the wild heart and fire that Henri knew simmered beneath that tamed exterior

He would’ve given up everything he owned right then to go over and tell Priest that he wasa ainst the world, not those three and Henri standing on the fucking outside

But as he took a step in that direction, a jaw-droppingly handsorin As the two of the a moment alone with his for laugh and a sht as Priest’s hair lit his face, and Henri almost stumbled back from the shock of it, as what he’d been about to do slammed into him

What the fuck is the o over there and take away the joy he could see on his friend’s face? Especially after all the shit Priest had been through over the years? And that was the real gut punch here, wasn’t it?

For the longest time, it had been just the two of them who knew each other’s secrets It had had to be; there’d been no one else they could count on They’d fought ether But so that helped his friend get through the darkness and safely to the other side, Henri had become the darkness for Priest A reminder of all that was bad, and now here he was about to prove hiht

Henri took a final drag of his cigarette and shook his head No—he wouldn’t do that Not to himself, and certainly not to Priest, and as he dropped the butt on the ground and crushed it under his boot, he looked at the silver band on his right ring finger, the one that had an oval black diamond on it, and made a decision It was time to leave his past behind, the same place Priest always left him