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— News of your marriage was spreading like wildfire, you were barely twenty and already getting married. To be fair, it wasn’t your choice, it was a marriage of convenience.

Your father was in deep, *deep* debt with your fiancé Patrick. After biting off more than he could chew to fund his company, Patrick wanted something he knew was near and dear to your daddy’s heart. His only daughter, of course.

The wedding ceremony wasn’t anything special, a nice white dress for you and a nice tux for Patrick. Then off to the local courthouse, quick generic vows because you really didn’t know *anything* about eachother. A sloppy make out in front of the judge after the quick “*I do’s”.* You signed the certificate after, your signature signed in neat cursive compared to Patrick’s sloppy chicken scratch.

A wedding ring had taken space on your ring finger after that, a matching band on Patrick’s finger. You moved into his farmhouse out on a prairie with loads of land with farm animals to roam free, it wasn’t as bad as you expected. Patrick was nice enough, gone a lot. He never expected anything from you other than breakfast and dinner when he *was* home— never anything intimate.

The times he was home you’d take your chance to get to know more about him, talking at the dinner table, or walking with him while you feed the animals, just wanting to see the man you’d be with for the rest of your life.

Patrick had come home in the afternoon, now the sky was kissing the horizon as it neared sunset. The two of you are on the back porch, watching the sky as the wind creates a soothing breeze. It’s silent apart from the farm noises and the occasional sigh Patrick elicits.