Supernatural Imagines

Written in the Stars

You sat by the window, staring endlessly. The rain was pouring tremendously, echoing around you. It was somehow soothing.

There was a slight cold breeze, that radiated from the outside. Making you shiver, though you were wrapped up in your coat.

The airport was crowded with strangers. All huddled in, either on their phones or staring at their laptops. It pained you to see that no one interacted with one another.

You sighed, playing with the pages of your book.

As minutes passed by, your phone vibrated in your pocket, causing you to jolt in your seat.

"Hello?" You exhaled.

"Hi sweetheart. Your father and I are about to leave to pick you up soon. What time shall you be arriving?" Your mother stammered.

You let out a long sigh, glancing outside. "I don't know. There's a storm right now, so the flight got delayed."

"Are you serious! You have to try and find an earlier flight."

"Mom, there's nothing I can do. There's a storm! You want me to tell Mother Nature herself to cool with the downpour?" You said sarcastically.

She only but huffed, which you imagined she rolled her eyes as well.

"You can't miss your sisters wedding. She needs you." Your mother spewed.

"I know. I'll try to get home as soon as I can." You stammered. "But I have to go. I'll see you later."

Before she could say another word, you ended the conversation abruptly, and shoved the phone back into your pocket.

It's been two years since you and your sister have spoken. And though it would be longer you knew it was time to face reality.

The thing about love is, you can't help who you fall in love with.

Michael was everything to you. He was one of your best friends growing up and when you two finally dated, you thought that he was it. You two were engaged, just weeks away from your wedding until you walked in on him with your sister. Of all people.

You remembered how you felt. As if your whole world had just stopped spinning and you couldn't breathe.

And though it's been 2 years since the incident, you still find it hard to trust them. To trust anyone.

You let out a long sigh, and tried to keep the images from your thoughts.

There was a light smell of coffee that caught your attention. You looked around, until you met the gaze of the Starbucks sign, ahead of you.

As you started toward the cafe, you rummaged through your purse, looking for your card.

You felt yourself crash into broad shoulders, making you almost fall to the ground. The sounds of paper shuffling and a soft grunt echoed around.

"Shit-im sorry." You yelped, bending down to retrieve the papers that fell.

A sound of a small chuckle hummed in your ears. You slowly looked up, meeting the gaze of hazel eyes.

The man before you was extremely tall, where you had to crank your neck just to see him. Your gaze traced his long, messy brunette hair to his worn combat boots. His eyes were warm, a range of soft colors. It reminded you of sweet Carmel. He was lean, and perhaps well built under that heavy coat that draped over him.

His lips twitched up slightly, flashing you a faint smile.

"It's okay! Don't worry about it." His voice was soothing, causing your stomach to flutter.