Despite your countless regrets in her life, you knew that your fling with a pogue was not one of them. You completely understood that he was older than you, lived tens of miles away, and had a life outside of him… but you risked it anyway.

Now, you gently your fingers through JJs hair, babbling about something before realizing a cheap ring on JJs finger. He’s an Engaged. “Wait, hold on,” you interrupts yourself, meeting JJs avoidant gaze. “You’re… you’re getting married?” You stammer out. He’s engaged.