from the stars above

22

A week passed by without me doing anything. Literally anything. All I did was lay down on my bed and stare at my phone; At the most bottom part of my heart, I hoped solemnly that Dean would do something. A text, a call anything other than that stupid fucking romantic letter.

"Blaine, please just come outside and so something" I saw Jake at my door with Ryan behind him.

"No" I mumbled and faced away from the door

"Blaire come on, don't be so stubborn. One break up isn't the end of the world" They came in and sat on my bed, urging me to do something with my life.

"Just go away" I mumbled again and threw a pillow a random direction

"You know just because you think he is your future husband doesn't mean that he actually will be" Ryan said as if it didn't mean anything

"He isn't my future husband" I said, turn to their direction and glared arrows, knives, daggers anything sharp at them.

I saw them exchange looks; confused looks. I was done talking to boys. Like I was done.

"Soul mate" I said

They stared at me.

"He is my soul mate" I said again.

They continued to stare.

"Anyone in this face of the earth can be my husband but when I'm laying on my grave, there only will be one person who feels half of their heart has been ripped out of their chest; my soulmate, Dean" as these words went out of my mouth, I walked towards my desk opening my drawer and taking out the letter and handing it to them.

*Dean's p.o.v*

Swollen eyes. Red nose. Pale face. Messy hair. Crumpled bed. Body odor. Every fucking thing is fucked up. My life. My love life. My future. I can't get her off my mind. I can't stop thinking about her. Our memories and our talks and everything else.

Pain was all I felt; being hit, punched, kicked, cut, thrown to the floor, the abuse just kept coming. I didn't feel like living anymore. I had a few moments I wanted to take a knife and stab myself though I never really got the chance to do.

~

*few months have gone by*

*Blaire's p.o.v*

"I'll take a caramel frap thankyou" I told the lady behind the counter and faced Skylar

"So how have you and Martin been?" I asked

"He have me this yesterday" She showed me a ring that was put in a chain as she wore it as a necklace.

"Promise ring?" She nodded while grinning like a child who was given tubs of ice cream

"Haven't heard from Dean yet?" I sighed just hearing his name

"No, maybe it just wasn't fate" I shrugged

"He came back?" Skylar asked

What The Fuck?

"Came back?" I gave her an odd look

"Yeah, he left for England for about five weeks, you didn't know?" Skylar couldnt believe I didn't know, no one told me.

"Martin said Ryan said so"

What?

"They never said anything" I didn't believe this fucking shit.

~

"He moved?!" I yelled at my two brothers which I just saw at the corner of my eye

"HE FUCKING MOVED?! AND YOU DIDNT FUCKING SAY ANYTHING?!" I continued to rant to my son of a bitch I called my brother

"We didn't know how to tell you!" Jake yelled back

"When did you find out about this?!" I widen my eyes

"We went to his house about three days after your break up, we wanted to apologize about the fact that we were selfish to separate you two; you were depressed and Dean was too" Ryan began

"He told us that he was going to run away to England with Cedric and maybe find someone else there but he called yesterday saying he was coming back today because things didn't really work out there" Jake continued

"What time is he getting here?" I calmed myself down

"Late, at 11" Jake regretted the words just as it slipped out of his mouth

It was nine right now, I had spent the entire day with Skylar and met up with Juliet for dinner.

"Don't chase after him Blaire" Ryan began his fucking bullshit again

"You still dare tell me to stay away from him after all that I've been through without him?! I fucking love him why cant you understand that?!" Rage filled me in again and took over me as if a demon casted a spell in my human soul.

"You got stabbed because of him!"

"He gets abused! Don't you fucking know that?! His mother was going to hit him so I defended him! Is that so wrong?!" I knew my cheeks were red and my throat felt like it was burning

"Blaire" Jake stood up

"Dont" I raised my hand up at him

"Just Dont" I walked away and went out the door, getting in my car and driving towards the airport.

~

There I sat, on the cold metal bench near in the airport with hot coffee in my hand to make sure I'd stay awak; Skylar told me about Dean's flight which she stole the information from Martin's phone.

"Miss, you've been here a while; are you waiting for someone?" The security guard came and asked

"I'm fine, yes i am" I lightly smiled - he nodded and left.

I looked at the clock on my phone; 10:59. I didn't realize how nervous I was until I heard the announcement saying Dean's flight had landed and was making his way to the lobby/ main entrance where I was.

I stared and stared at the door until it opened; crowds of people came into view. I stood up and walked towards the door, waiting to see him.

The crowd cleared up but no Dean. Maybe I'm at the wrong terminal? Or he got onto a different plane? I sighed and frustratingly threw away my still half filled cup of coffee.

"Hey stranger" His voice was still echoing in my head.

"Get the fuck out of my brain" I whispered to myself

"I know, I missed you too" Shit.

I turned around to see the man of my dreams, the love of my life, my soulmate, my best friend, my Augustus Waters.

His long arms embraced me by the waist and my arms began tangled around his neck. My head buried at the crook of his neck.

"I love you" I mumbled

"I love you" I mumbled again

"I love you" I mumbled repeatedly

He laughed.

He pulled us away but his arms were still around me and so were mine.

"I love you too" He smiled before landing his soft warm lips onto my own.

"You're the love of my life" He said after pulling his lips away and stared into my eyes.

"And you are mine" I bit my lip before slowly closing the gap between us.