November 20th 1974
Warning: mature and sensitive content
Your POV
Flashback
1969
You stood there staring into his eyes which were filling up with tears. Your heart was slowly shattering into tiny pieces once you saw a single tear roll down his cheek "please don't cry, Rog" You wiped his tears with your thumb
"Don't leave me y/n. Please don't leave me- I love you"
You look down avoiding eye contact with him. You don't want to end your relationship with him but your parents are forcing you because you are only 18 and he is 20 "Roger I love you. I promise you that I'll find you again. Alright?"
"Y/n I-" you cut him off by pressing a single kiss on his lips for the last time
"I love you- and I could never love anyone again after meeting you"
You slowly let go off his hand and turn your back to him walking away without turning back. You had your tears running down your face as did Roger before you left.
Present-day (date above) 5 years later
You were sitting peacefully on the couch eating ice cream fearing that any moment your fiancé would walk through the door.
You met Shane in 1975 a few months after you broke up with Roger. He was the same age as you and your parents loved him, little do they know how much of a jerk he is. You remember the night he proposed; in the bathroom of a nightclub after you threatened to break up with him. Not how you imagined your proposal story to be.
He would act so nice sometimes, after work he would bring home flowers or a box of chocolates and if your lucky a new vinyl. Other times he is the complete opposite. He hurts you almost every day. You have the scars and bruises to prove it. But sometimes those scars weren't from him but you.
A month after you broke up with Roger your found you were pregnant with his child. Shane found out of course and made sure you put it up for adoption once he was born. You had given birth to a beautiful baby boy who looked just like Roger. You cried and cried for days. You wish you were in his life and could have brought him up as my own.
Shane has always been curious about who was the father of the baby. There was no way in hell I would ever tell him about Roger. The man I wish I was getting married too.
The sound of the front door shutting made you jump and took you out of your thoughts "I'm home!" He screamed. He walked into the living room immediately dropping his briefcase on the floor and then kicking his shoes across the room. He hovered over you before pressing a not so loving kiss on your lips "didn't I tell you to cut down with the ice cream? You need to lose some weight for the wedding"
You didn't say anything nor did you look at him "remember were going to a concert tonight. Some shit band playing but I got free tickets," he says pulling out two tickets.
"What happens if I don't want to go?" You questioned
"Well you are and you're not getting out of it- were leaving in 20 minutes and I suggest you have a shower" he walked away into the kitchen.
This was your life now. And you hated the thought that maybe if you didn't let Roger go maybe you wouldn't be in this situation
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Turns out the band you were about too see was Queen. You knew Roger was in the band and you couldn't be more proud of him. Do you wonder if you could see him tonight? Maybe if you're lucky.
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