The wedding had been planned since the proposal, really, for months on end, nearly a year.

Yet when everything seemed to be perfectly aligned, and every miniscule detail adjusted to perfection, everything fell apart.

Ghost had been out buying stuff to wear, fetching the suit he'd ordered, cufflinks, shoes, the whole shebang.

Though he didn't expect to find you in shambles, sat down by the floor, besides the dress Soap had managed to spill ale on, the invitations of uninvited persons unaccounted for, the caterer blabbing on the phone in your hand about lack of supplies, tears staining your face as the chaos sat in your mind, rioting a storm in there.

Simon tsked, and sat down by you.

"Tell me." he sighed, an arm around your waist, rubbing your ribs soothingly.