<span style="font-size: 15px">It was over as of today. The cherished lifestyle that had built for himself, his random getaways halfway around the world, no warning, no asking just booking the ticket, a first class one of course, and then gone. One night... Two nights, week, Month even, before returning after sowing whatever needs he had in that location. His penthouse apartment in the middle of the city, home to many a party no will be theirs. The life he had built and was enjoying was going to be gone, and he was far from pleased with that fact.<br/>
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His hands clasped together as he waits for his future wife to walk down the aisle. No sign of nerves or worries upon his face, or trimers on his body. After all, it was not someone who he had ever loved, or even meet, after all. However, one thing that he was showing sign of was depression and sadness. Sad for the life he was enjoying being stripped away from him. No chance to even appeal the decision, or real choice in the matter. The only way out of this for Alistair was to give up the money his parents let him use... no more credit card, no more debit card. Nothing, forcing the male into getting a real job, and live like a normal person. And getting a job, moving away from his million plush dollar home in the city, losing everything was not worth it. Marrying this woman, and playing a lie for a little while before they can be divorced, and pretend it had not worked out, was more than worth it to avoid living like the average man, or the below average man depending on who would hire him. <br/>
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His morning, not the as he would typically enjoy them. On a normal day of his life the morning never happens, he would usually be asleep in bed, normally next to a beautiful woman, before kicking her to the curb when he awake, that is if she had not snuck out before that point. But today, today he would see the rising sun, feeling the chilly morning air upon his flesh... however much he was not happy to do so. The alarm on his phone ringing at seven in the morning, the sun still sunk below the horizon. The temptation to close his weary eyes overwhelming his mind, but he knew that there was no point in doing so. His parents had already told him that they would come in and awaken him their selves if it was needed. Reluctantly swinging his legs out of the warm covers into the cold bedroom. His naked form slowly walking to the closed curtains, his hand drawing them open only to be greeted by raindrop on the glass. A fitting weather for such a gloomy day.<br/>
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His legs shifting side to side as his patents starting to wear thin, it was like he was at the dentist awaiting the appointment, he knew he had no say on how long the doctor would take, but he just wanted it to be over. Every few seconds his head twisting to look over his shoulder in the hops to get a look at his bride, but with each peek leaving with no further information than a better idea of the detailing that was put into the decoration for the seating, and walls. <br/>
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The wait seeing to the last forever, each second feeling like a minute, until the music finally began to play, but no matter how many times his head spun around to see if she was around, it didn't turn this time. Remaining facing forward, his eyes onto the floor of the altar. His breathing beginning to quicken as it all started to become real before now it seemed to be one large joke, but now he was stood at the altar, wearing a new tallied suite, his shoe shinner then a gold neckless. He was getting married to a stranger... how did this ever happen.<br/>
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When she got to his side not turning to look, the music stopped. <br/>
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"We are gathered here together today..."<br/>
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His words hit him like a ton of bricks, his ears trying to tune him out, but to no prevail. His voice too loud,  <br/>
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"To join this man and this woman in holy matrimony."<br/>
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A large lounge gulp coming from Alistair, making it the first time he had felt nervous about the arrangement. Not knowing her name, not know what she looked like. His eyes having a quick glance to the side, but not being able to take much from the glance. All he was able to gather was that she was slim. At least her build was of his interest rather than a larger woman. <br/>
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The priest turning to him, and smile on his face, only been meet with one of dried from him. <br/>
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"Repeat after me..." His eyes glancing down upon a few notes in front of him. "I Alistair Ashworth, do take this woman to be my lawfully wedded wife. To live together in holy matrimony"<br/>
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"I Alistair Ashworth..." His voice clearly scared as he spoke, letting it stop for a few moments as more thoughts about how crazy this was once again begun."Do take this woman to be my lawfully wedded wife. To live together in holy matrimony"<br/>
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"To love her, to honour her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health."<br/>
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Once again gulping as he was asked to speak more words he truly didn't believe himself. "To love her, to honour her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health." His eyes unable to look anywhere but his shoes, knowing his eyes would only show sadness within them. <br/>
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"forsaking all others, for as long as we both shell live."<br/>
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"forsaking all others, for as long as we both shell live." Finally looking up aware from the floor, however reluctent he was.<br/>
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The priest now turning to his wife to be. </span>