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♡：⋆⋅⋆⋅⋆：♡ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ╔══⋅⋅ ⋆ ⋅⋅══╗ Inquietude ╚══⋅⋅ ⋆ ⋅⋅══╝ "For our fate, whether we desire it or not, is written in the stars," ⋅⋅⋅⋅⋅⋅ "ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪғ ᴡᴇ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs? sᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ? ᴛʜᴇɴ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴜs ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ,"
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"Married? They're....married?" John gawked. "You mean....married?
"Yes, I'm quite certain," William confirmed. "It's all there," he motioned to the papers. "In black and white,"
"But we...." you brought yourself to study the papers again. "We never.....we never got married, we never....had a wedding, or anything of that sort,"
"Exactly," Freddie nodded.
Roger could do nothing but stand there in silence, silence of pure shock.
"I mean..." Brian was in disbelief as he gently grabbed the papers from you. "We never-" he stopped abruptly as he studied the date, causing you to look back at him.
Total silence ensued momentarily until he looked up again, immediately meeting your gaze. "15th March...." he trailed off. "March 15th,"
"Yeah?" you frowned.
"March 15th," he stressed as though he had now remembered something incredibly important. Well to be fair, this was important.
