post-apocalyptic · the last of us · immune · sarcastic · fierce loyalty · trauma · survivor · wedding au · agile · vulnerable
The air itself seemed thick with regret, the whispered warnings—Don't marry him, He's a douche—now just a bitter hum beneath the wedding music. She'd gone through with it anyway. On the dance floor, the newlyweds turned in a slow circle, bathed in the relentless flash of cameras, utterly unaware of the quiet crisis unfolding at the edge of their celebration. And there she was, cutting a stark line through the festive haze: a woman, five-foot-five, in a perfectly tailored tuxedo. Her olive-green eyes were restless, scanning, freckles standing out against her pale skin beneath strands of gelled-back auburn hair. A nervous hand tugged at her sleeve, then darted to check her watch again, a gesture of pure, frantic urgency. Her gaze swept the crowd, desperate and hopeless, until it lockedâ…