"I'm sorry, what about me?"

Hah, like you don't know. Dom thought fleetingly, before letting his brain take over for him again. He looked at her quickly, barely resting his eyes on her before looking away. Her hazel eyes were still red, and there were tear tracks on her cheeks.

He felt like this was something significant, something he was supposed to be able to figure out. Ah well, understanding would come with more information, or so he hoped.

"Kel," He started softly, looking her straight in the eye. "Why were you crying?"

"I wasn't cr-"

Dom just gave her a look. It clearly said, 'I heard you, your eyes are red, your face is tearstained, tell me the truth or I swear by the goddess I'll force it out of you.'

Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine

"Keladry, I have known you for, what, five, six years? Don't lie to me, I heard you crying. Why won't you just tell me why?" Dom was getting frustrated. It hurt to think that she didn't trust him, couldn't tell him what was wrong. It shouldn't bother him so much that she was upset today, but he felt, once again, that he was missing something, something that would explain everything he had ever wondered.

"It's nothing, they were happy tears. After all, today is a happy day." She said it with barely a trace of bitterness, but Dom heard it, and couldn't help but wonder. It was the exact same thing he had thought earlier, that this day was anything but happy. But he wasn't sure why Kel thought that. He had his reasons, for one, no more torturing people with Meathead, for another, he had to get dressed up.

But he doubted Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan would cry about anything like that.

He also knew that Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan wouldn't cry on a happy day.

"It was nothing Dom." She said firmly, and Dom sighed. He shrugged and offered her his arm.

"Time to go then? Allow me to escort you?"

Kel nodded and put a hand on said arm. She was dressed in a most uncharacteristic dress; he supposed Yukimi Noh Daiomoru had threatened her until she conceded. She certainly didn't look bad. The dress was green, apparently Yuki had noticed those colors went well on Kel after seeing her constantly in the Goldenlake colors. He supposed the weapons belt was too remind everyone that she still was a knight. Besides that, it was quite simple.

Together, they made their way slowly but surely, into the cause of the not so happy day, why ever that maybe, for each individual.

I never realized I was spread too thin
Till it was too late and I was empty within
Hungry, feeding on chaos and living in sin
Downward spiral, where do I begin
It all started when I lost my mother
No love for myself and no love for another
Searching to find a love upon a higher level
Finding nothing but questions and devils

It really was a beautiful wedding. Neither Domitan nor Keladry could fully appreciate it, for different reasons. They had been placed dead center in the front row of the left side, as cousin and best friend of the groom. There was lots of white, and green. It was a wonder the audience didn't suffer from snow blindness.

Well, it was only too much in the eyes of a couple people, both who didn't particularly want to be there.

They were seated without much trouble, and joined by several other people who came to sit it their row. People were constantly pouring into the room, filling seats on either side of the aisle. Among the people in the first row with them was, the Duke and Duchess of Queenscove, the Lord and Lady of Masbolle, two of Neal's younger brothers, the Lioness, Owen and Merric.

Kel was on the inside, with Dom on her other side. She hadn't said a word to anyone since they had sat down. She just sat there, staring straight ahead.

Dom was worried. But he knew she could take care of herself. Or could she? She was always taking care of other people, would she help herself? Or just be miserable? He wasn't even sure what he was worried about. Kel was upset, yes, but about what?

The feeling that he didn't know some very important piece of information was becoming too familiar for his liking.

Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Nothing's alright, nothing is fine

Dom felt himself drifting off in thought, when Meathead's incessant nervous chatter reached his ears. It appeared Kel had noticed too. That's odd, Dom thought fleetingly, she hasn't heard a word anyone has said in the past twenty minutes… He shrugged it off and looked around for his cousin.

Ten yards and closing.

He was walking straight for them, seemingly talking to himself. Both Kel and Dom stood up and moved out into the aisle to talk to him. That was better than Neal talking to himself at least.

He flung himself at Kel as soon as he was close enough.

"What am I going to do?!" He cried.

Dom noticed that Kel was standing rather stiffly, and stored the thought for later. He pried Neal off of her and she gave him a slightly grateful look, though he couldn't be sure.

"We can't have you killing your best friend only minutes before your wedding, now can we?" Dom told him casually. Neal gave him a horrified look.

"Minutes?!"

Apparently, Neal was experiencing the pre-marital jitters. Dom patted him comfortingly on the shoulder.

"Meathead, you just need to calm down. Take a few deep breathes." Some may have suspected that Sergeant Domitan of Masbolle was ill, what with being so kind to his cousin and all, if it wasn't for the well placed Meathead.

I'm running and I'm crying

"Five minutes till!" A herald announced from the open doors at the back.

"Oh goddess, someone kill me." Neal moaned.

"Neal, as much as I would love to, I don't think Yuki would appreciate it. And I don't want her coming after me with a glaive." Dom said, not unkindly.

"Alright. Wish me luck then."

"Luck." Dom said slightly less enthusiastically then Neal would have liked. Neal sighed and hugged them both before hurrying up to the front of the room. He had gone dead white.

Keladry had returned to staring straight ahead, paying no attention to anyone around her. Dom was quite confused. She had never acted like this before. It was obvious something was wrong, but she wouldn't tell anyone, not even him.

I'm crying,

I'm crying,