Their Destiny (COMPLETED/EDITING)

The journey begins

The light is blinding me, I think I'm about to get hit by a car. I scrunched my eyes closed, waiting for the impact, waiting for my body to slam across the solid concrete beneath me. But I don't. I hear the tires squeak across the road and then nothing. My heart beats were racing. My hands were shaking. And I was angry. I froze in place for about a minute trying to get over the shock, until the driver came out of the car.

He was a tall man in his late 20s or perhaps early 30s wearing a brown coat and black jeans. He looked like a millionaire's son, he was driving a goddamn Maserati. I was about to get hit by a Maserati, not so bad if you ask me. Before he even looked at my direction he leaned over and checked his car for any scratches because obviously that's the more important thing to do after almost killing someone.

"You're okay?" He asked in a strong British accent with a straight face. His look was intimidating, subtle yet sharp. It felt almost as if he was trying to scare me so I don't react badly.

"What?" What happened to I'm really sorry here are 10 grands to compensate for the shock? "Thanks to you I just got a mini heart attack. If you can't drive then just sell your damn car or get yourself a driver." I yelled hoping this would make me feel better.

"So it's now my mistake?! Who walks like that in the middle of the road? You're lucky I hit brakes on time." He cried with a mad attitude that didn't sound even slightly guilty.

"Now you're yelling at me! I can put you in jail!" I yelled back barely catching my breaths still feeling my heart racing.

"And are you going to?" He took two steps closer to me and stared me in the eyes. He had those daring green eyes that kinda stare into your soul. I wasn't going to report him, I just wanted an apology. He didn't give me one, and I obviously wasn't gonna ask him to. "You're fine I didn't hurt you, so now just excuse me. I have a life to live." He said as he walked back to his car. I don't know why I just let it slide, but I couldn't find it in me to argue back anymore.

I stepped aside and watched him drive away. I hoped he would accidentally drive off a cliff, but that was about it. I headed back home and began to distract myself a little. Why did I need a distraction? Well I was supposed to receive a reply from this airline I'd applied for a job at. The email either starts with we are pleased to say or we are sorry to say. Those two freaking words, my future depends on them.

My mother had made dinner earlier which I passed on cuz my stomach was too nervous to deal with food, but after my little road incidence I can definitely use some calories. I put some pasta on a plate and threw them in the microwave then called up my friend Jane.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through this girl." She said after I told her what had happened earlier. "I got some good news that might cheer you up though."

"I can use some cheering up, tell me." I chewed on the pasta hoping this would take away the negativity groaning inside me. Or maybe it was just hunger?

"So remember how you wanted me to ask Owen to look for some appartments for you?" Owen is Jane's sisters. He works in real estate and since I'm a loser who still lives with her parents, I can use an apartment for myself.

Don't get me wrong I had an apartment of my own before, but I let it go when I moved in with my ex fiancé Edward. After we dramatically broke up, I lost 3 things. My apartment, my job, and my first love. I went through a hard time till I found it in me to finally move forward and get myself a place of my own. I'm both old and rich enough to get my own place, I was just putting it off. Almost like I put most of my life off.

"He found a few perfect apartments for you and whenever you are free you can go check them out!" Jane squeaked probably sounding more excited than me.

"Oh my god Jane that's great new! You have no idea how much I needed this!" And then we spent the next hour talking about how I'll decorate this apartment I didn't get yet.

At 9pm that same day my phone lit up and the sound of an e-mail notification echoed in my head. Two deep breaths, on the third one I clicked on the e-mail.

"We are happy to offer you a job as a copilot........" And the rest didn't matter.

Nothing matters. I got accepted. A new chapter in my life is about to start.  A chapter that, now as I'm seated in my apartment in Florida 2 years later, I don't think I was ready for. I don't think any amount of time in this world would've got me ready enough for what's awaited. A journey if given the choice, I would choose over, and over, and over. A journey that showed me life, and death. Both at the same time.