❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥Time Travel(Bad/Dangerous Era)-Part Three♥

Six Months Later:

You sigh as you close the large album in front of you. You'd finally finished planning every little detail for your wedding and tomorrow was the big day. 

"How's it going?" Luisa asks coldly as she walks up to you on the sofa and sits down beside you.

"It's all done," you smile. "All that's left is for me to show up at the church tomorrow and we'll finally be husband and wife," you sigh dreamily. 

"I see," she raises her eyebrows skeptically. "You still haven't told him huh?" she folds her arms and you shake your head.

"I will....just not now," you shrug.

"You have to do it before the wedding (Y/N)..." she trails off. "You can't lie to him like this,"

You sigh as you fiddle with your fingers anxiously.

You knew deep down that you had to confess to him and the time frame that Luisa had given you coincided perfectly with your preparation period. You should've told him during that six month time window...but you could never bring yourself to do it.

Now, the wedding was barely a day away and you were extremely undecided as to what you should do.

"Listen," Luisa says softly. "Just tell him now. It's not too late," she urges you gently, noticing your anxious stance.

"I can't..." you whisper as you eye the telephone. "I just can't," 

"(Y/N)!" she stands up and stares at you in disbelief. "You can't keep lying!"

"I'm not lying!" you defend and she scoffs.

"You are. You're letting him believe that you're someone else when really...you're the same girl he knew twenty two years ago! Besides..." she sets her hands on her hips firmly. "What's going to happen after the wedding is over? He's going to want to get intimate with you....are you just going to keep making excuses?" 

"No..I'll just..." you breathe as you realize you've finally run out of excuses.

"Exactly (Y/N)..." she shakes her head. "This isn't a joke. You can't just marry him and expect him to believe your lame excuses blindly all his life!"

"I mean...." you begin to tear up a little as panic takes over your being.

"(Y/N)...remember what I said six months ago?" she raises an eyebrow quizzically and your eyes widen. 

"Luisa...please," you shake your head frantically. "You can't...you wouldn't. Please just..." you sigh in defeat as she rolls her eyes.

"I'm only looking out for you (Y/N).." she states plainly.

"Why can't you just let me look out for myself?!" you snap, standing up quickly. "Can't you just let me deal with this situation on my own?!" you frown and she gasps slightly at your outburst.

"I see..." she mutters softly. "Fine then.." she makes her way upstairs. "Good luck on your wedding day. I won't say anything," her tone is full of disappointment.

"Wait.." you trail off. "You're still going to be-"

"Yes. I'll still be your maid of honor. You think I'll leave you hanging like that?" she shakes her head. "Good night (Y/N)...I'll see you tomorrow,"

With that, she disappears upstairs, leaving you in a malicious dilemma.

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You pace up and down the back of the church frantically as your breathing continues to quicken rapidly. You attempt to rub your palms together to calm yourself down but it fails to console you. From the corner of your eye, you notice Luisa approaching you slowly with a worried expression.