At the age of ten you were made aware you were going to be getting married at 16. And it seemed like such a great thing at the time.

But now you were being married to a guy named Greyson, he was like yourself, also 16. He had black curly hair and deep blue eyes, he was the epitome of perfection.

You stood in your new house with him in the kitchen talking to him mother, “Hey! Uh what’s your name again?” Greyson called to you as he stood in the kitchen doorway.