“Hey, baby. Today is going to be amazing.”
“I know - I really can't wait, mi amor.”
“Damion, there's something I need to tell you. You know that I love you and I hope that you love me as much as I love you...But I don't want to get too far and have you leave me.”
“Baby, I love you more than anything. You know that. I know you better than anyone else and you're my perfect match. Now, unless you're about to tell me that you're a serial killer or cheating on me, there's no way that I'm going to leave you.”
“I'm a superhuman.”
“You mean...like with powers...? Like Jean Grey or something?”
“More like Emma Coolidge meets Kizaru.”
“Is that like...a deal breaker...?”
“...No, no of course not. I mean, of course I'm pretty pissed. We've been together a year and you never told me. It would have been nice to get a warning so I could adjust. But I can get over it, I guess.”
“I understand...And I'm sorry. But I just really didn't want to lose you and I didn't know how to tell you.”
“It's fine. Now, go get ready.”
“Right! I love you.”
The other end of the line went silent and the call was ﬁnished. Astrid smiled to herself and ﬂopped onto her hotel bed with a smile. She felt so relieved to get such a large secret off of her chest. Today was going to be perfect and nobody could or would ruin her special day. The seventeen year old giggled loudly to herself, flailing to let out the excess excitement before jumping up and bouncing on the bed happily before letting herself fall once more. She still had to get ready though. A sigh escaped her as she flipped from her bed, landing the dismount perfectly, basking in the imaginary cheers of the equally imaginary fans. Her nails were already done, she just had to soak for a while and do her hair. No problem. She slipped out of her robe and pirouetted to the bathroom where she dipped herself into a large, hot bubble bath.
“He's not coming...”
People walking by looked on with feelings of mixed pity, empathy, and amusement at the sight of the beautiful tattooed girl holding a bouquet of lavender orchids. The bouquet fell into the sand as she soon began to pull the small multicolored flowers from her hair, walking away slowly.
“Tell us exactly what happened.”
“I was getting ready for Astrid and Damion's wedding and I was almost ready to leave when he came to the door. I asked him what was wrong - I mean, he was supposed to be getting married! He came in and told me that he couldn't because she was so young and before I could try to assure him it was just cold feet, he told me that he loved me. He tried to kiss me but I pushed him off. He kept trying to force himself on me so I ran to the kitchen and got my dad's old gun. I shot him. I didn't mean to - I was scared and pissed. The guy left his fiancé at the altar and was trying to rape me. I just...snapped.”
The police officer nodded as he took notes before shaking his head. “Alright. Well, we're taking you downtown to get an official statement.” Mia nodded understandingly before looking up. “Right...Can I go back inside first? I would like some pants on...and I have to pee.” She pleaded with her eyes until the Officer gave in, sending someone in with her. She seemed almost in a trance as she was escorted to her room where she asked for privacy. The woman with her was leery of it, but nodded and used her attached radio to warn the others to watch the windows. Mia closed the door behind her...And then there was a gun shot. The police kicked open the door to see Mis dead with gun in hand.
Astrid smiled softly to herself, bopping her head along with the new Justin Timberlake music video after hanging up the phone, having received a call from the police, informing her of the situation. She already knew, though. It was her own doing - Hours earlier she had posted on her blog a video of her crying about being left at the altar, announcing that she was just going to close herself off and stay in her hotel room for a few days. Using her powers, she took on a light form and headed to Amelia's home, having a hunch he would be there. He was there, in fact. She caught them just as they were about to take off their clothes. It was only too easy to shoot him before using her rather "magical" voice to hypnotize Mia, weaving into her mind what she would tell the police when they arrived. Mia was instructed to kill herself by any means necessary after confessing. And then, Astrid was gone and back into her room as though she had never left, reading the comments posted on her video as well as the numerous e-mails as her fans offered condolences, smiling all the while.