you should listen to the songs above while you read. i mostly recommend the sabrina carpenter song because it's very fitting and my friend told me to put the second one🧍🏾♀️
ms. carpenter is so underrated.
also if you are offended at all by anything that happens, just... leave?
it's not very well written, as it was written in less than an hour and it is my first imagine story i've ever written, so it doesn't have much of a plot. its just something that came up in my brain.
i actually might plan to make this a book where i write down all of my thoughts and imagines that i really wanna get down so this book will absolutely be CONSTANTLY updated.
warnings: DEATH; SOMEONE WAS MURDERED
prompt: one week before your wedding, you find out that your fiancé has been cheating on you. so instead of crying, you choose the better option.
also: EVERYONE EXCEPT FIANCÉ IS GENDER NEUTRAL SO POP OFF MY GUYS, GALS, NON-BINARY PALS, AND OTHERS ✨
anyways, i hope you enjoy ✨
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it's finally your wedding ceremony, but just a week before, you discover your husband has been cheating on you.
you planned the wedding to be at the top of a mountain. it was a mountain you held very dear to your heart, due to it being a frequent childhood vacation home for yourself.
you feel warm has the golden sun kisses your skin, but what you would up there would be out of cold-blood.
you stand there next to him, at the altar, with a fake smile plastered onto your face.
the preacher says his lines and commences the ceremony, then they tell you both to say your vows.
he goes first, "i always knew i loved you since the day i met you. you have always made me so happy and grateful. you make me appreciate life more..."
you know, the basic bullsh*t that he feeds you.
therefore, keeping up with the good acting party you guys seem to be having at the moment, you use an acting technique to pretend to cry.
then, your turn to state your vows comes up.
you look at the preacher and put a finger to his face, as if to say, 'give me one second.'
