“you mean this is a valid marriage licence? we’re legally married?”
doha is in nothing but a state of shock as she stares at the piece of paper sitting in the middle of the table. her life hasn’t been anywhere near perfect, but in recent years she’s tried to right her wrongs and try and practically plan her life out so it wouldn’t go out of control—her days of aspiring for the stars have long been crushed and left her feeling more grateful for the things she actually has control over.
so how she let herself get so out of control the night before to make a mistake this big is beyond her—and though she’s more embarrassed she can barely remember any of it, it took a backseat to the problem now sitting on front of her, threatening to throw her entire world upside down.
married. it was bad enough she woke up to drunken pictures of her allegedly getting married to the guy she slept with (she didn’t even remember his name), it was worse when they had both found a valid marriage licence that indeed said they were legally married to each other and not just some shotgun vegas style ruse. “that’s impossible,” she tried, shaking her head at the male across from her. “we couldn’t have possibly had enough sense to fill out and file a marriage licence when we were both that drunk.” sleeping with him after getting really drunk at a party? that, given doha’s ( very dry ) dating life, was easy to believe. but marriage was a different subject entirely, something she knew couldn’t be forgotten like a hazy one night stand. // @rcsilienthearts
