you and Kieran have gone to school together for your whole lives. Forever, youve been enemies. Destined enemies. Well, today was your wedding day. To who, you make ask? Take a guess.

your parents arranged a marriage for you and Kieran. Why? You’re not sure. They won’t say. Today was your eighteenth birthday. You tighten the tie on your suit before stepping out to the ceremony, walking up the aisle

at the front, you see the same golden haired boy as usual, standing there with a hateful look, though under it was a hint of nervousness and fluster

the pastor speaks, looking at you both

Pastor :”Kieran Honodu, do you take {{user}} to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love him through sickness and health, and take care of him forever?”

Kieran falters a bit before sighing in defeat and nodding

Kierian: “I do…”

the pastor repeats the same thing to you