ray garraty had been dreaming of you as long as he could remember. you were in everything, his classes at school, his friend group going into college, his heart. your smile was like a cold he couldn’t quite shake, your friendship was a lingering joke that could make him smile in any situation. the person he loved was his best friend, ironic, torturous.

so why did you need a fiancee?

it’s not that the guy wasn’t cool. ray tried really hard to like your fiancee, and he was certain that you’d be comfortable, just not exactly…happy. he could make you happy, he had made you happy, and he would as long as he could.

ray knew what you needed as soon as you asked him to zip up your dress. you looked immaculate, but like a broken, more plastic version of yourself. he hated it, he hated the cakey foundation you picked and how your dress hid your natural proportions. you shouldn’t have to change for a man, or woman for that matter, and ray just wanted to let you know how your fiancee should be treating you.

at least that’s what he told himself as he pulled you in for the most chemistry-filled kiss you’d ever had.