Author's Note: Hey, guys! This one is based off of a scene in 1x12 on a TV show I love, Shadowhunters. If you've watched Shadowhunters, then you know. I basically wrote a description of the scene, but I changed the genders to suit me and my lesbian ass. I hope you like this! 

The sudden, certain knowledge sent fire thrumming through my veins. There were no spikes of fear jolting into my consciousness like icy blades. Not anymore. I knew what I had to do. I couldn't keep playing my parents' game any longer. It was time to stand up and do what was right for me for once. My vision narrowed and suddenly, Destiny was the only one in the room. Forget the dignitaries, forget my parents, forget the ones that had come from states as far away as California to support me in what they thought was a legitimate marriage. Forget the rows upon rows of people filling the seats in the church pews. Forget all of them.

Destiny was all there was, all that mattered, all that would ever matter.

I turned to my fiance, who was looking at me expectantly. The simple wedding band in his palm shone underneath the fluorescent lights of the church, casting the rows of pews beyond in a golden hue. A sick feeling washed over me as I considered just how badly I'd screwed up. Not only had I led him on, but I had almost married him. What a mistake that would have been.

"Alex?" My fiance raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow in question. He tried to keep the panic from his voice, but I heard it. There was a hint of worry in his blue eyes, and the frown lines on his forehead tightened minisculely. He wasn't blind. He knew what was about to happen, too.

"I can't do this. I'm sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I'm not. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." Disappointment filled his eyes, but he reached to cup my cheek in his palm. "You deserve to be happy." I sighed and closed my eyes for just a minute, letting those words wash over me, sink into my skin. He was right. I did deserve to be happy. No matter what the cost.

I squeezed my fiance's hand in thanks and turned to face Destiny.

Destiny waited in the church aisle, her face an unreadable mask. There was hope in her eyes, of course, darkened by something else that I couldn't quite make out. Destiny's outfit, a dark blue dress that made her look even more stunning than usual and accentuated her glittery blue eye makeup, did not fail to send shivers down my spine.

I took a deep breath and stepped off of the altar platform and into the aisle.

The carpet, a rich red patterned with intricate gold designs, seemed to glare at me as I stared at it. A part of me wished I could disappear into it and never have to face the repercussions of the actions I was about to take. Try as I might, I couldn't talk myself out of it. I knew I wouldn't. This was, quite ironically, my destiny.

When I began the slow, sure stride towards Destiny, I could have sworn I felt the pride at the back of my throat. Being suffocated for so long, it was desperate to break out and break through. It was something that had been bubbling near the surface since I was twelve. While I wished it could have happened in a less public, embarrassing manner, I couldn't deny the spark of adrenaline that shot through me as I drew closer, with eyes only for Destiny.

The room fell away as I neared the girl that had made me feel so many things in the span of the time we'd known each other. Warm, chocolate-brown eyes met my own ice-blue ones, and they seemed to speak to me as I reached the other woman: I'm here. I'm waiting.

I grabbed Destiny by the front straps of her dress and dragged her towards me. Her mouth met mine in a feverish haze, and the only thing I could feel in that moment were her lips on my own. She tasted of butterscotch and something spicy, another odd quirk that endeared her to me even more. Her mouth moved in tandem with my own, and I started to find it hard to believe that she really hadn't kissed anyone before me. Fireworks exploded like fractals in my brain, filling me with a light, airy feeling that I couldn't describe. I was walking on air and burning to death at the same time, and I was content with both. Kissing her was the most euphoric thing I'd ever experienced, and I knew that it was something I would not forget. My mind screamed at me that this was perfect, this was good, this was right. Somehow, my arms found their way around her neck, holding her close so she couldn't pull away. My hands threaded their way through her dark hair. I felt the silky strands slipping through my fingers and falling back into the intricate hairstyle she'd taken up for the wedding.

The world fell away around us until the only thing I was aware of was her lips on mine. Lost in our own little world, we shoved years of hidden hopes and treacherous secrets into each other. I found it comforting that, even as I stood kissing her at what should have been my wedding to the man my parents had hand-picked for me, we still understood each other so well. I knew what she was feeling. I knew what she was thinking. And she knew the same for me.

I interlaced my fingers behind her back, pulling her impossibly closer to me as I watched her eyes flutter shut, cool blue eye makeup a sharp contrast to her dark skin. I was reminded suddenly and violently of an article I'd read on the Internet once: "When someone interlocks their hands together around their partner's back while they're kissing, it means they're holding onto them. No matter what happens, they won't let go of them. Not for anything."

Now that I had her, I was never, ever letting her go again.

I closed my eyes and sank into the kiss even more. This was right. This was what mattered. This was who I was meant to be. This was my destiny.

For a few more blissful seconds, nothing existed except the exhilarating feeling of her lips on mine.