The Air I Breathe

Chapter 3 - Butterflies

Italics = thoughts
Bold = regular media coverage
Bold italics = regular flashback
Bold italics underscore =media flashback

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-Later that evening-

SEBASTIAN'S P.O.V.

My name is Sebastian Stan and I officially broke the Internet. I didn't mean to. How was I supposed to know that my video would go viral almost immediately after uploading? I mean is there anything past "viral"? Is there even a word for it? I'm asking because a minute after I posted my video, I turned on the TV and every news station in America was already talking about it. I can't even turn on my phone anymore because it's swamped with notifications from every social media app I have installed. I guess that's a good thing; it means that my guardian angel is bound to see the video and hopefully she'll have the courage to come forward at Comic Con which starts the day after tomorrow. I'm lying in bed in my pajama bottoms and I'm still fiddling with the necklace she dropped at the restaurant; the pad of my thumb rubbing over the star shaped ruby in the middle. I haven't been able to get her out of my mind ever since that night. It's amazing how this woman has invaded every thought in my head and I haven't even officially met her yet. As I think about the possibility of meeting her, another thought creeps into my head; what if... what if she doesn't show? What if I never get to meet my hero? I run my left hand through my hair in frustration and I let out a heavy sigh.

"Okay, Seb. Quit thinking like that. She will show up. She has to." I say giving myself a pep talk. I can't let these negative thoughts get me down; I have to believe that I will meet her. I'm thinking about doing something I haven't done since I was a kid, but where I live right now makes it hard to see the stars in the night sky because of all the bright lights. That's when I look down at my right hand and I see the star that I'm holding.

"You're my last hope." I convince myself as my thumb rubs the ruby star and I close my eyes.

"Starlight, star bright. First start I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might. Have the wish I wish tonight." My hand closes over the ruby star and I make my wish in my native tongue: "Te rog, trimite-mi îngerul meu." (Please, send me my angel.)

My hand slowly opens and I look down at the star shaped jewel resting in my palm. I look at it and I swear I saw a little twinkle. Maybe all this excitement is getting to me. Maybe I've finally lost all my marbles. Or maybe... maybe it was a sign.

"Well, it's in the hands of fate now." I whisper to nobody in particular. There's nothing more I can do at this point other than getting some rest; I have a huge weekend ahead of me. I put the necklace inside the drawer of my nightstand and I settle under the covers. The last thought of the night is, of course, her.

"Goodnight... wherever you are."

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-Time Skip-

(Day one of NYCC-9 A.M.)

GWEN'S P.O.V.

Well, today's the day I and millions of nerds and cosplayers have been waiting for - New York Comic Con. Where a geek can be a geek. There's usually a shitload of news coverage about this event anyway, but this year takes the cake. You wanna know why? Lemme take you back to yesterday...

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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 7, 2015 (Day before NYCC)

Laurel and I saw the video Sebastian posted all over social media yesterday. Laurel never did call those pawn shops because she had a gut feeling it would leak out information and her hunch was right. Turns out, Sebastian has my necklace. As expected, that video was all anyone talked about. Every news outlet in the country ran with the story since then and I just happened to turn on Good Morning America after I took my shower. I was getting dressed when Robin Roberts appeared on my screen to give her two cents on the matter. Her style is always on point!