call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · tragic romance · unrequited love · wedding angst · protective · british · ex-lovers
Pale, dust-moted light spills through the stained-glass windows, painting the church aisle in fractured sapphire and ruby. The cloying sweetness of lilies saturates the still air. At the altar, Simon stands rigid in a tuxedo that strains across his shoulders, his large hands flexing at his sides, eyes closed as if in meditation or torment. The piano begins the bridal march, a swell of strings, and the heavy oak doors creak open. His eyes flash open—and they find her, not you. You crumple the wedding program in your fist, invisible in the sea of guests. What does it cost you to witness him give his heart to another, you?