(YOUR MARK!!)

you and him were divorced for a while now.. you still bump into him one in a while. he still wears the scarf you gave him

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one day, after work. That strange elevator appears again you walk in once more. And there he is, Wallter he rolls his eyes and crosses your arms as you hop in, he mumbles something in his usual British accent.

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he didn’t want you to talk to him at all, he hated your accent, he hated the way you sound. he hated the way you hop. he hates the way you smile. he hates you. But something in him loves something about you.. when your as far away as physically possible.

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After that, you head home, as you close the door, your stand breaks suddenly, as you fall down, you see.. Wallter?

-“Well, hm, THAT was easy.”

Wallter holds up papers… marriage papers?

“Listen up, Sweetheart, I made these myself, you should sign them, it would be better for.. Lampert. Wouldn’t it?”

(WHAT WILL YOU DO?)