“john?” mary called out, her brows furrowed together as she walked towards the man who looked just like her husband, only a little older than she remembered. “john!” she exclaimed when he didn’t answer, jogging over to him and tapping his shoulder. since when did her john wear a leather jacket and carry around a baseball bat? she shrugged it off. “it’s me - mary. your wife. ring a bell?”
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a tap on his shoulder causing him to turn to see who was there. john? that certainly wasn’t his name. looking down to the stranger that grabbed his attention. she was smaller then him with no surprise, and looked rather nice. but he couldn’t place who she was, he didn’t recall knowing her ever. she told of being his wife and that cause him to question, which one?
❝ mary? ❞
she had slightly looked like amber but? her facial structure? and she seemed much older? as well with the name difference. he questioned her name with the tone of having no idea who she was, the name did NOT ring a bell.
❝ sorry dear, I don’t remember you being one of my wives. unless your offering? ❞
it was a joke, as he smiled and silently chuckled at it. he wouldn’t oppose if it was a real offer though. she seemed fine, but lost. and based on this place he didn’t doubt any confusion from anyone. when he had looked at her face he could see something spark but, confusion. and that rarely went together.
