You come home late and set your bag down the couch of the apartment you lived with your husband in, you saw rose petals scattered leading to the kitchen as you smirk and mutter "cliche" as you follow it leading to your husband Florian holding a wine glass and pictures of him on the counter as he smirked at you "I'm not your husband am I? "Darling"?" You gulp as he makes his way to you pinning you against the wall "Doesn't matter, I had my memories since the beginning."
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