Memory 7
The wedding was a loud occasion. Three days of absolute extravaganza. I barely understood a word and all I know was that I would lose a friend. Rosh was moving to his wife's new state. She earned more and already had a house. It made sense.
You barely took part in the celebration. You were wrapped around in your own fury and tried to forget the hypocrisy. You smiled but held Rosh close as he cried into your shirt. Saying "no" was not an option for him. You muttered your hate but stood still as the vows were said. Fury.
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RomanceThis is a story I wanted to write and fill with pure love. I do not want to tell a controversial tale, just a simple story. No lace or fancy trims. A story of two people and some side characters. A story of two men who would have only ever met by ch...
