There's one person they all think about when Little D No. 2 mentioned weddings. In a few minutes they're all thinking about the best and grandest way to do a proposal. But it's shattered when Luna says this.

"I hate weddings."

The chair is pushed back as she stands up to leave. She ignores the complains and pleas the brothers have and goes straight to her room. The door is closed with a loud bang as she immediately opens a drawer to find her engagement ring.

Tears start to fall as she wears it on her left ring finger above another ring she's currently wearing. She tightly holds on to the edge of the dresser like a lifeline.

After all this time, it still hurts. Surely, at least one of the brothers would have known. But sometimes, they tend to be that heartless whenever they're over the moon with affection for her.

She sits down beside her bed as she unlocks Elliot's phone while hugging a pillow close to her. The gallery is filled with pictures of his friends and family but mostly her. She taps a particular photo. It's on his birthday.

A memory:

"Can you give me the greatest gift I could ever ask for?"

"What?" Tears are close to spilling as she tries to figure out why he's kneeling on one knee in front of her.

"The honor of becoming my wife."

Then, Elliot pulls out a box from his back pocket and opens it. That's when she finally realizes it.

"I promise to take your name though. Luna Sol sounds like an aerosol and frankly I don't want anyone to call my wife that. And besides-"

"Yes."

"What?" It's his turn to ask.

"Yes to all of that. I'll marry you," and her tears are falling. He stands up after putting the ring on her finger. They kiss as they both hug each other. She remembers the warm and fuzzy feeling she always have whenever she's with him.

Fast forward to six months later, a day before her birthday. When the surgeon comes out of the operating room to approach Elliot's family. The doctors declare his death a minute before midnight.

5 minutes after midnight, 5 minutes into her birthday and she's in another room wrapping her arms around his body. Her tears aren't out of joy, they're out of pain.

The two of them often joke around of getting married on her birthday. It's easier to remember the anniversary that way, he says. She'd agree with it since it would be nice to be a June bride. But that can't happen.

Because on her birthday, her world shatters apart and so does her heart.

And now, the pain is haunting her once more.

//end of thread