Marriage is hard.

Even harder when it’s forced.

“Please. Don’t do this.”

Tomura muttered— his hands gently grasping your arms as he held you against him. You weren’t marrying Tomura. He wasn’t marrying you. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

You stood at the alter, the priest declaring your holy matrimony to a man you could hardly remember the name of a simple ringing in your ear— but you paid it no mind. You stared out into the crowd, only to be met with Tomura’s eyes staring longingly into yours.

But there was nothing he could do.

He simply shook his head, a sigh leaving his nose. It was no use. It was over. He stood, shoving his hands in the pockets of his suit as he left the room.

“Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

You were snapped out of your thoughts as the priest spoke— looking forwards again.

Seemed a heavy choice to make.