l.m. ~ marriage

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D2
Y/n's dorm
Friday, 1994
00:23 a.m.

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"Ever thought about getting married in Paris?"

"I don't think about getting married at all. Not right now at least." I said. "You never thought about getting married? Not even to me? You wouldn't wanna marry me?" Said Luis.

"Look, marriage is something serious and I am not ready for something serious." I said.

"Well, you don't have to think about it as something serious. I mean, thinking about marrying you makes me happy." He said. "I plan our whole wedding. Something we both might like."

"How would you know what I'd like?" I ask. "Oh, maybe we'll invite the whole team to Paris, same thing with our family and maybe there's an ice skating rink there and we get pronounced man and wife right there on the ice and after that we go to our fancy suite and maybe think about having kids...?" He said with dreamy looking eyes.

"You never just think about it?"

"I don't want to think about that now, Luis. Every couple thinks about getting married and it either happens or not." I said. "I just don't wanna think about getting married, alright?"

"Alright, I'm sorry." He said and then there was a silence that only the light rain filled.

"I'm going back to dorm, I'll see you tomorrow." He said and right when he touched the doorknob, took his hand and pull him towards me.

"Wait. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that." I said as I hold both his hands and he looks down at our feet. "I really don't like the thought of marriage because my family is filled with divorces and I'm sick of it."

"But..." I said, lifting his head up. "I love you, Luis Mendoza. Don't you ever forget that." He gives me a weak smile.

"I know with a man like you, divorce or a breakup is impossible. I'm so lucky to have you." I said.

He hugs me and we just hug for a while.

"How did our marriage conversation start again?" I ask.

"Paris." He said, "Oh yeah."

"Everytime..." He says with that smile that always makes me smile.

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This is too much. Way too much.

Too much. But here it is.

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