“There’s no need.” Carmen says simply, no longer trying to appease this woman.

“What?” The woman asks nervously.

“I’m done, you’re not the person I fell in love with, and I’m not marrying you. I won’t be happy but maybe the pain you cause every time I realize you’re not that person anymore will slowly start to numb.” Carmen says to the shocked woman, yes, that woman had thought she had her eating at the palm of her hand, and she did, until now. Carmen turns around, and leaves out the door.

Her mother takes the duty of telling the guests, cheerily for some reason. Mercedes wanted her daughter happy, not married to some cold puta, as she liked to call her. At the end of the day, Carmen ends up in a worst position than 3 months ago, because she was still looking up at the sky. Only now, she held the letters from her soul mate tightly against her chest, tears falling, for thinking she deserved to shine brightly. She felt destined to only be a lonely star, holding on to the fallen star that didn’t let her shine bright. Carmen cries and cries, till she runs out of tears, left with only emptiness, and a dull ache in her heart. She whispers her good bye to the woman she thought was her soul mate, “Goodbye Cherie.”

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[Leona Lewis: Better in time]

It’s been a month since the no wedding, and Carmen was still unhappy. She decided to go back to work 3 weeks after that fateful day, needing something to distract her mind from the painful ache in her heart.

She had received dozens of letters from the guests, and even more from Cherie’s workers, telling her how heartbroken Cherie is. Carmen couldn’t help but laugh, how could she break something she never had? Life was beginning to look better, her heart was hurting, but at least the healing would start soon… right?

Carmen sighed, she was currently sitting in her office, alone, staring at the sky, who like her, seemed to be crying.

“Miss Morales?” She hears her assistant call her through the phone. “Yes?” She calls back. “There’s someone here to see you, she says she works for Cherie. You want me to tell her to leave?” “No, these people won’t fuck off,” She mutters to herself, “let her in.”