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You and Taylor were crazy in love. You two were inseparable. You wanted life with her, you knew she was the one.

But, your parents didn’t approve. Although you didn’t care, they did everything in their power to separate you two. They split you guys up, forbidding you to see or be with her.

You were forced to marry a woman with wealthy parents. As much as you hated it, you didn’t have a choice. You barely knew the girl.

It was the day of the wedding. You picked out everything. The flowers, Taylor’s favorite. The style of your dress, the one you talked about with Taylor. The date of the wedding, you and hers anniversary.

With little hope left, you invite her. Not sure if she was even gonna show up. Halfway through the party, you feel a familiar hand reach your shoulder.

It was her, her soft touch, her deep ocean eyes, her presence. All of your memories came rushing back, you couldn’t believe she was here, standing in front of you.

“Taylor, you made it.”

You smiled back at her, pulling her aside to have a private conversation.

“Of course I did…”

She said, something was off, she was looking anywhere but at you. Before, she spoke.

“Why am I here?”

She whispered softly, with a bit of anger in her words.

“What do you mean..?”

You trailed off, before she grabbed your wrist tightly, looking at you straight in the eyes, with that same passion.

“I mean, why am I here?”

“I’m not stupid, I see the flowers and the dress that we picked out together, the one you said you’d wear when we got married. And for god sake, on our anniversary?!—“

Her voice cracked, you could see the pain in her eyes and hear what she went through.

Before a long pause and that pleading look that she gave you, you spoke up.

“To act like it was you that I was marrying.”

Her eyes widened, her grip loosened, she was left speechless, thinking you moved on.

“..w-what?”

She said softly, barely above a whisper.