Die For You [MCR Fan-Fiction]

Die For You [MCR Fan-Fiction]

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Wizarding World: Harry Potter
Walking down the aisle is one of the most nerve racking experience of any girl’s life. Wondering if their hair is perfect and not falling out, if your make- up suits your dress, if the flowers you were holding suddenly became riddled with bugs and would attract bees. But most importantly if you actually loved the one they were marrying. Most girls in the world would say ‘yes I love him, I love him till death’. But I wasn’t so sure if I did, if this was one big huge mistake. But here I was walking down the aisle with many eyes on me, with the music playing meeting the man that I was marrying. The music stopped and I snapped out of my little dream land, only to find that the man I was supposed to marry gone, in other words he changed his mind. I Lexie Blackwood was now alone in the world. Once again.
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"Who says your life ends only when your heart stops? It ends even when there's a celebration around you." A marriage. To a man who had saved my parents' life. Their respect, their businesses, their home ... But at a cost. The cost being me. I was to be wed to a stranger. A Yade. His nationality, species, colour, eyes, skin... none of that ever mattered. The only thing that has ever mattered to me was that the man I marry be the man I have been dreaming about for six years. Six glorious years spread apart with memories that set my soul on fire and light my life up. Hope was a beacon and love was a companion I had lived with in every life. And now, I was to marry a stranger to save my parents' life. There was no real choice to make. Why show me how glorious my life could be, if I were never meant to live it?

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