snow. {h. s}

three.

it was the day after the proposal, and i was so excited.

we're getting married... tommorow.

i have a dress, a cake, and harry has the rest, as he insisted.

it was 9:13 am, and i woke at 6:27 am. i listened to an american song, secrets by tove lo.

i danced around, and slipped on a carpet that had no grippers, when tove lo said "owowoww" and i sang it, and slipped, it sounded like "owowOW" i slammed my head really hard. my arm broke my chest from crashing, and harry dug through the snow with bare hands and took his fiance to the doctor.

i got home and harry wrapped my arm in a bandage.

"what is this for?" i ask

"you broke your arm, alexia."

"no, no, no!"

"yes, the weddings off. it has to be next year, when my mom is able to come."

i puy my head in his chest, and we cried.