Written for the LJ community castle100. Prompt was "court." Title taken from the Keane song.
The halls of justice are lined with rivers of blood spilt and wooden benches warped beneath dashed second chances. Desperate pleas echo on marble floors; sunshine freezes as it's filtered through dirty windows behind which understanding hides.
The building is an affirmation of death more often than not, which is why on the day they go to the courthouse to accept not only forever but the fact that they haven't disappeared like Pompeii beneath ash - that they've not only survived but lived - friends-turned-family cram into Judge Markaway's chambers to hear long awaited and hard fought words: "I do."