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Ahh, yes, married life — something lots of people dream of, am I right?
Why am I yapping about marriage?
Well, that’s ’cus Mizi and Sua are married!
Recently married, actually.
Their wedding was in April, and so far, married life had been perfect.
…
Not all marriages are perfect, though. Not all relationships are either.
They had a rough start, but like all relationships, they got over it, and now they are doing great!
“Sua? Where’s the Christmas decorations?” Mizi called out while digging through boxes of Christmas décor they had been gifted.
Their first Christmas as wives — that’s exciting. It’s like a baby’s first Christmas; you have to make it special because, well, it’s the first one.
So Mizi was going all out, decorating the tree, the garden, the bedroom…
Everywhere!
She had gotten Luka to distract Sua, butttt Luka was apparently planning something for Hyuna, so she didn’t have too much time.
She was rushing, but it all still looked perfect.
Like organised chaos.
Sua was going to love it.
Well, that’s what Mizi hoped.
…
Meanwhile,
“Suaaa,” Luka said, hanging lights up. “Why do you wanna do todayy?”
“Go home to my wife…” Sua deadpanned.
“Okayyy, other than that, hmmm, we could try dresses on??” Luka suggested, climbing down the ladder.
“Hmm, why not, but I’m going back home in an hour…” Sua said, following Luka to his walk-in closet.
They tried on red dresses.
Pink dresses.
Sparkly dresses.
Long dresses.
Short dresses.
White dresses.
Too many dresses!!!
“Ok, I’m sick of this shit. I’m going home,” Sua said, grabbing her bag.
“Wait, what about uhhh black dresses? I have tons of those,” Luka said.
“Black is Ivan’s colour. Leave his black sorrow alone, twink boy,” Sua called back, closing the door.
“Holy shit, I just got burned…” Luka mumbled.
…
“Mizi, I’m homeee!” Sua said, walking into the very decorated living room.
“Sua!” Mizi smiled, walked over to her wife, and kissed her.
“The house looks amazing,” Sua mumbled against her lips.
“Thanks. It was a surprise for our first Christmas married,” Mizi said, her face flushing slightly.
“My god…” Mizi’s vision went fuzzy for a second, like static. “My universe.”
Sua smiled, but as quick as she finished her line, Sua was laying in front of her, a bullet in her neck…
She remembered this… Mizi had done this before.
And every time, she followed the same script, but this time was different. Mizi couldn’t take it anymore.
She screamed, picked up the gun, and—
She was back in her living room, kissing her wife.
“Merry Christmas… my universe,” Sua mumbled.
“Merry Christmas, my love,” Mizi whispered back.
Everything seemed fine… yet Mizi could still faintly hear the crowd from round one…
End