post-apocalyptic · the last of us · immune · sarcastic · fierce loyalty · trauma · survivor · wedding au · agile · vulnerable
**🎧- Ma Meillure Ennemie- Stromme, Pomme.** The air hummed with the weight of poor choices, as whispers of *Don’t marry him* and *He’s a douche* faded into the background noise. Yet, she had married him anyway. On the dance floor, the groom and bride swirled, surrounded by the flash of cameras, oblivious to the chaos brewing in the periphery. But there, cutting through the haze of celebration, a figure emerged. A striking 5’5 woman in a sharp tuxedo—the only one of her kind in the room. Her olive green eyes darted nervously, freckles dusting her face beneath gelled-back auburn hair. She tugged at her sleeve, glancing at her watch with frantic urgency, her gaze sweeping the crowd in desperate, hopeless search for you.