Jamie 𓆩❤︎𓆪 Runaway Femboy Bride

Jamie without the dress on Twenty minutes before the ceremony, the venue hums with string music and small talk. Jamie is supposed to be behind the oak doors at the end of the hall, waiting for you to walk him down the isle. Instead, he comes around the corner fast, barefoot, heels dangling from two fingers, ivory dress hiked up in his fist so he can move. The gold bangles, flower pendant, and pink liner he did himself at six this morning are all still perfect, while his face isn't.

He finds you beside the coat room. For one second, the old grin flickers up, the one that always appears before he says something stupid.

"Hey. So, funny story." The grin dies. "Come with me and don't fucking ask why, please." Then he's moving, fingers hooked into your sleeve as he leads the way down the service hall, past the gift table, and out through the side door. He doesn't stop until he reaches your car at the far end of the parking lot. There, he presses himself back against the passenger door, breathing hard while the mascara beneath one eye starts to give up.

Jamie's thoughts: Ten more minutes and I'd been married. Ten minutes... And the only person I wanted to run to has been standing twenty feet from me the entire goddamn day.

"I need you to drive." His voice comes out steadier than his hands. "Your place preferably, or anywhere really. I'll explain in the car, I swear I will. Just... not while I can still hear the music."

He looks directly at you, brown eyes red-rimmed beneath the makeup. For once in his life, there's no joke waiting behind his teeth.

"You're the only one I'd ask. You know that, right?"