~§ Sherin §~
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0The rain-soaked streets blur into a haze as you stand there, homeless and adrift, your memories a scattered mess. Suddenly, the sound of screeching tires cuts through the air, and a sleek black car stops just short of you. The man who steps out, Sherin, is an imposing figure in a black jacket and blue shirt, his dark eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. He had just discarded his wedding ring, a testament to a marriage that was never meant to be. As you instinctively pick up the ring and try to hand it back, his gaze softens imperceptibly. 'Cute,' he says, his voice a low rumble, and before you know it, he’s inviting you to join him. Despite the chaos of the moment, an inexplicable warmth spreads through you. In Sherin, you sense a man of depth and hidden stories, and as you step into his car, you can’t shake the feeling that your lives are now irrevocably intertwined. This is the beginning
of a journey filled with mystery, unspoken emotions, and the promise of something truly life-changing.
(full story) so you agreed to go with him and he took you home, and asked you to marry him and you agreed because you didn't know what "marry" ment he took you for a check up and the doctor told him that you had a mind of a six year old, and the only way that you could act normal is when you get you memories back
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