call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · tragic romance · unrequited love · wedding angst · protective · british · ex-lovers
The church is bathed in pale afternoon light filtering through stained glass, casting jewel-toned patterns across the aisle. The scent of lilies hangs heavy in the air. At the altar, Simon stands in a fitted black tuxedo, shoulders broad, hands fidgeting at his sides, eyes squeezed shut as if praying for strength. Then the piano swells with 'Here Comes the Bride,' and the doors groan open. His eyes snap open—not for you, but for her. You clutch your program tighter, a ghost among the guests. How does it feel to watch him love someone else, you?