The reeds appeared. They were beautiful but all I could think about was my husband. I saw Marc standing there looking sad. Not as sad as I was. I grabbed my knife out of my pocket. "Y/N! No!" Marc started to run over to me. I held the knife with both hands and stabbed it into my stomach. I felt nothing. I looked down. The knife had turned into flowers. I let them drop to the floor and then I felt someone hug me so tight. Marc. "He's gone," I yelled. Marc comforted me. When I was calm he kissed me. I pushed him away as fast as I could, "What are you doing?" "Kissing my wife," Marc smiled. "No! I'm married to Steven grant! Steven grant of the fucking gift shop!" I cried, "Your not my husband." "Y/N. You know I've loved you ever since I've seen you. Remember I can still see through Stevens eyes. I was honestly jealous. When you and Steven got married... I had to sign it to under the law because we share the same body!" Marc said that last part really fast. "So your my husband and you never told me and Steven knew but he never told me?" I asked. "Ye! He didn't want to upset you," Marc sat down in the field. I'm assuming he did it so I didn't have to look at him. I walked over and sat in front of him. "Marc... I love you to but to me Steven will always be my real husband. I've known him longer. And I've loved him longer," I held Marc's hand, "I'm sorry." "No! I'm sorry for being a jerk," Marc sighed. "Can I have another hug?" I asked. "Ye!" Marc put his arms round me.
YOU ARE READING
Scrapped stories
Fiksi PenggemarThis is a story where every part is a new scrapped story. These aren't long and are just story beginnings. If you want me to continue any of these stories let me know and I will try my best to make them better. Feel free to continue it yourself
