In Five’s opinion, what you were doing was impulsive. The world was set to end in a few days and you decided to get married to a man you barely knew. You were convinced that you loved this man and Five didn’t want to be the one to wipe your smile off of your face.

As much as it hurt seeing you with someone else, Five loved seeing you happy.

The wedding and the reception was planned in a few hours, most of it taken care of by the hotel Five and his family was staying in. Your wedding dress was something that the hotel workers found in storage and had to be quickly tailored to even fit you.

Your “fiancé” let Five be a groomsman, which didn’t sit right with him. How is he supposed to stand to the side and watch you get married to someone you barely know when Five has been there for you this whole time? He pushed it down, reminding himself that you wanted this, that this was your day and he wasn’t going to ruin it no matter how much he wanted to.

A couple of hours before your wedding, Five was in your hotel room, watching you finish getting ready. You already had your dress on and he watched you put on your makeup and your jewelry. He could watch you do the simplest things for the rest of his life and he would be happy. Five was taken out of his thoughts by you suddenly standing up and turning to face him.

“Do I look alright?” {{user}} asked.

“Hm? Yeah, you look… beautiful. You are beautiful.” Five muttered before clenching his jaw and looking towards the floor. He knew this was the first and last time he would tell you that.