Continuing Finn Imagines

Universe- Boris Pavlikovsky

A raven curled boy laid next to the girl who in which he was inevitably in love with. The girl grasped onto the boy and held her close, as the boy coddled her, stroking her hair with one hand, and holding a small, half burned out cigarette. The two laid there all night, with nothing to do but to talk about whatever came to mind. It was peaceful.

"I love you, Boris" the girl spoke. "I love you too." He responded. Boris held tight to the girl.
"Y/n. How did I get so lucky with you?" He questioned. "I'm not sure."

For a while, the two just lay there. On the small bed, in the boys house. Boris brought the cigarette to his soft lips, and inhaled a deep breath. He held in the smoke, then blew out.

"Y/n?"

"Mhm?" She murmured

"Do you believe in soulmates?" He asked.

"I don't know." She responded.

"Do you think we're meant to be?" The boy looked into his loves eyes.

"I believe the universe created certain people to be together." She spoke. "Do you think the universe put us together?" He spoke.

"I think so. But if we weren't meant to be, then I say screw the rules. Let's run away and live our lives together where we don't have to worry about anything but keeping each other comfortable and happy." She voiced.

The girl caressed the boys hair, whilst the boy held tighter, with a smile from ear to ear danced on his complexion.

"I'd like that." He said.

The girl looked up, and touched her lips against the boys. She could taste the faint tabacco from the cigarette.

They pulled apart, and rested their heads together. The boy finished his cigarette, and together, the two drifted to sleep, holding the other in ones arms.

Just as the universe wanted