Disclaimer: I don't own Left 4 Dead 2
Wrote this while listening to the music that plays at the very end of Titanic when Jack and Rose kiss before the credits roll, I don't know what the name of the track is.
~ R.I.P. Passengers and Crew of the Titanic
Rochelle's white dress seemed to shine in the sunlight, small clear gems covering the top of her dress and shoulders, the line thinning as it ran down to the middle of her dress before stopping.
The wedding dress fitting to her upper body and spreading wider at the bottom, the flowing bottom of the dress hiding her high heeled shoes that she tried to keep steady, her ankles wanting to twist as she walked down the aisle.
The veil in front of her face running down her back, moving like the wind was going through the very bottom of it as she walked, breathing in deeply while her father kept his arm interlocked with hers.
Her now long hair let down with wide curls as it also seemed to shine through the veil as Ellis, Coach, Zoey, Francis, Louis and Nick watched from the the large audience of family and friends.
Rochelle's mother Julia watching from the front with a big smile, a single tear ran down Rochelle's face as she looked up from the white bouquet to the man she was supposed to marry.
Her mother's smile sending a slight chill down her spine as she remembered her mother setting her up with this man and almost forced her to accept, not caring if Rochelle didn't want to be married to him.
'I'll not have my daughter marry that man, I don't believe it's right.' Her mother argued, never listening to Rochelle's wants or thoughts and caring only for herself.
'Why do I always work to please her?' She thought as she stopped in front of the man, she handed her bouquet to the maid of honor and sucked in another deep breath.
Ellis smiled sadly, noticing the sad look on Rochelle's face. "She's beautiful." He whispered, the other survivors nodding with a small, "Yea." before the Priest began to speak.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this company, to join together this Man and this Woman in holy Matrimony."
The priest's words were all muffled to Rochelle's ears as she looked out at the crowd, her eyes going again to her mother as another tear ran down her face.
"You may kiss the bride."
Her fiance moved the veil from her face, the ring already on her finger as he leaned in to kiss her.
Rochelle's hands unconsciously moving to slowly push the man away, bitting her lip at his confused expression. "I'm sorry Jonathan, but I can't marry you." She whispered as her mother stood up, her smile replaced with a frown as she watched her daughter run by her.
Going back down the aisle to the back row of people who were all now standing, trying not to fall over her shoes as the rest of the survivors all smiled as they stepped aside, "Go get em' little sister."
The man she was looking for in front of her, his hair slicked back while his green eyes locked on hers, the all black tux fit well to his body.
Rochelle practically threw herself at Nick, the side of her face buried in his chest as her arms wrapped around him.
Feeling his heart beat faster as she pushed her lips against his, Nick's eyes wide before slowly sliding shut as she held him tighter.
His arms slowly came to hold Rochelle closer as she deeped the kiss before breaking away with a large smile, "I love you Ro," He whispered into her ear with a smile, cupping her face with his hand before he kissed her again while the rest of the crowd clapped.
Please do not think I am rasict or anything because I am not, I just made her mother not like interracial couples but I myself have absolutly no problem with them. I truely hope I didn't offend anyone.