Don't Break My Heart (A BajanCanadian Fanfiction)

(The Real) Chapter 48 ~ Mirrors

I'm losing a lot of interest in this plot (what's left of it :c). Good thing there's only 4 more chapters (including the epilogue)!

God, I feel mean saying that. I can't wait for my next story, though! It might be a real story, or maybe I might publish a short shipping thing I've been working on with my friends. (#Dofia for life!)

(Sneak peak: Destiny cuts herself)

~~~{Destiny's POV}~~~

"What flowers do you want?" Alia asked me.

"Lilies, for Lily," I answered.

"No, you can't do that, those are for funerals."

I sighed. "Roses?"

Alia marked in her clipboard. She had gone online and printed out a wedding planner, which I pretended to hate, but really I liked. So we started filming a Q&A.

"What food will be there?"

"Uh...food?"

"It recommends beef stew, casserole, and a roasted chicken. Want those?"

I shrugged. "Sure."

"Okay...what kind of ceremony will it be?"

"Uh...semi-religious? Is that a thing?" Since both Mitch and I weren't very religious, it didn't make very much sense to have a full-on religious ceremony. It's not like we hated God or Jesus or anything, it's just we didn't go to church that often, and I didn't really want to spend more money doing things we didn't need or, really, want.

"No idea. Let's look it up later." Alia penciled my answer in. "How many people?"

"Only the people I need. I don't want any more than fifty, but I want my friends to come, you and your family included," I responded, running my fingers through my hair nervously.

"Mhmm. Where do you want it?"

"On the beach or in some kind of garden. I want it to be pretty." I imagined the scent of fresh roses as I'm walking up the aisle, toward Mitch, toward my new life.... "Can you make sure there's lots of roses? And remind me to buy rose perfume, too."

"Okay.."

Suddenly, my phone started ringing from my bedroom. I rolled my eyes, but smiled. "I guess it's Mitch," I said.

Alia tipped her head toward my bedroom. "Then you'd better go answer it, or else you won't have a wedding!" She joked. I laughed a little and jogged toward my bedroom.

My phone was on my bed. I looked at it, expecting Mitch, but it was Heather. I quickly answered it and held it to my ear.

"Hey Heather!"

"Hi Destiny, do you want to go riding sometime soon?" Heather asked. She sounded breathless.

"I'd love to, but Alia and I are planning my wedding, maybe tomorrow. What are you doing?"

"Me? Oh, I'm riding Aristocrat."

"Riding and you're on your phone? Isn't that almost like driving and texting? And how are you holding the reins anyway?!"

"Oh." Heather sounded sheepish. "I guess I should go then. Bye?"

"Bye!" I quickly hung up before she could hurt herself by holding the reins with one hand. I set my phone back on my bed, turned around, and-

Crashed right into my mirror.

I cried out in pain and fell back onto my bed, cradling my shoulder.