Markus smiled weakly. How would he be over it? Sure it has been three years now, but he had been a child when they had died. And alone. No one had cared back then about his feelings, and no one cared now either. Everyone knew what had happened to him, and no one cared to talk about it with him because of it.
“I don’t care if I’m allowed to or not. I will if they want me to or not.”, he said softly. Even if it wasn’t going to be a woman, he would marry who he wanted.
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