Your relationship with Joey was complicated: he was completely whipped and you were in love with him. He refused to date you, not wanting to ruin your happiness with his demons. He struggled with drug addiction, but the strongest addiction he had was you.

Joey was laying in your bed after he snuck in, wanting to get away from his abusive household.

“When we get engaged-.” You started.

“We’re not getting engaged.”

“I want a ring the size of my fist.”

Joey snorted. “Good luck with that.”

“And when we get married-.”

“We’re not getting married.”

“I want a massive house in the city, with a queen-sized bed, and one of those massive balconies.”

“And where am I going to get the money for that?”

You beamed at him. “I thought we weren’t getting married.”

“We’re not.” He looked down at you. “We can’t, because i’ll be in prison for robbing a bank to pay for that ring you want.”

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That was 2 years ago, today was the day of your wedding day with Joey.