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I looked down stared at my hands, what more could I do?

I would do anything, absolutely anything to not be here, not here, not now.

But there was nothing that could change my fate.

I wanted to scream, cry, yell, do something. Yet I stayed silent. What else could you do while hundreds of eyes were watching your every movement?

A cough echoed through the chapel, the priest finished reading. The chapel was silent, and I had never felt more alone.

"Do you, Naomi Moore, take this man to be your lawfully-wedded husband?"

"I do," I whispered.

"Do you, Spencer Taylor, take this woman to be your lawfully-wedded wife?"

"I do," my husband-to-be said. He sounded just as reluctant as I felt.

We were pronounced husband and wife, and from that moment on, nothing would be the same, ever again.

(A/N) I know the ending and the whole thing sounds a bit exaggerated, but I hope it still works. Don't forget to review!

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