He Would've Had It All.

He would've had it all. All that he'd never had but always desired. A beautiful girl that possessed his heart. A family to look forward to, to build, to care for, to love. He would've had it all. Every single thing, whether unimportant, or of the highest significance. Whether it was her warm smile or the feel of his heart as it swelled up with pride at the mere feeling of being beside her for the rest of forever. This was what he'd wanted all along. He would've had it all.

He deserved it, he knew. He would've had it all and he deserved every bit of it. After everything that he'd been through, he deserved to be happy. After losing not one, but two epic loves. Two losses combined with the grief of losing his humanity. He'd spent so long, thinking the problem lay within him, coursing through his veins. He was toxic and he couldn't be controlled. After all that darkness and cruelty that he'd encountered, he deserved a shot at this dream. He would've had it all.

She gave him a choice, and said to choose wisely. She urged him to think not with his heart, but with his head. And he did just that. But it didn't matter. It didn't matter because both his heart and head were positive that he belonged with her. However frightening the possibility of that sounded. He would've had it all. This love consumed him. He'd never been more sure of anything in his life. No matter what, he would always choose her. And he would never give up. He would've had it all.

He heard her say her vows, He would've had it all choking up every now and then.
He would've had it all. He saw her features abruptly shift from innocent bliss to a mask of horror and pain. He would’ve had it all.

He watched He would’ve had it all in utter disbelief as the red slowly spread from her abdomen where she carried inside her not one, but two fluttering human entities- his joy, a symbol of their love- staining her white wedding dress. He would've had it all.

He would've
He...
He catches her as she crumples and falls forward and he cradles her in his arms on the floor of the altar. People told him he would remember this day. That it would etch itself into his brain, never leaving. They said this would be the most beautiful day of his life. Of her life. Of their life.

Instead the universe, cruel as it is, gifted him with grief to last an eternity.

He would've had it all.