Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

Statue {Z.H}

Her figure was perfectly constructed, carefully placed on the podium, and overall beautiful. She was the last statue to turn human. It was a rare thing to witness, even more rare to be the person who turns them human. Some poeple were lucky enough to be picked, to be a designated soulmate. People from all over have tried to be 'the one' but none succeeded. No one knew how they came to be, or why, but they just showed up one day and have ever since. They always came out of the concrete prision knowing the world around them, no matter the year, no matter the place. They had full knowledge of the past world and the present one; like they were meant to come out at that time. Fate was crazy.

"Rumour is that, if you touch her hand and she turns human, you two are soulmates," Corbyn told me, scaring the living daylights out of me. I looked to her one more time before I turned to him.

"It's just a rumour," I laughed him off, even though I was generally curious. "Anyways, are we taking pictures or not?" I pressed on from the subject. He nodded his head and pulled out his phone.

"We should take some with the statue, the fans said that would be a good idea," Corbyn suggested, ushering me closer to her. I didn't need to be told twice. There was something that pulled me towards her, like she was pulling me in. I sat on her podium underneath her and let Corbyn work his magic.

"Yo, hold her hand!" Corbyn called out. I gave him the stink eye, but thought about the great photo's that would come out of it. So I grabbed her hand.

It took five seconds. Five seconds for the podium to empty, five seconds for me to barely catch the girl in my arms.

I looked at her, she looked at me. She had big, scared eyes and a frantic expression; I'm sure I looked the same. She clung to me like a lost child when she realised I was the only thing that stopped her from hitting the hard cement.

"Y-you-" I stuttered, not really sure what to say. People around us stopped and starred, some with their phones out, others gushing, some just stuck to the ground in shock.

"Who are you?" her voice was small, fragile and tired. I wanted to take care of her, to watch after her. It was a weird feeling, this possessiveness I got over her and I never even knew her name.

"Zach, who are you?" I asked, pulling her in closer to me as her eyes started to drop, sleep trying to take her over.

"Y/N, I think we are soulmates." With that, her grip on me loosened and I knew she was asleep.

I think we are soulmates.

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I'm sorry it's so short! I'm kinda running out of ideas but I want to be original and all and it's just tiring. Hope you guys liked it, vote, and comment for more! I'm trying to work more and more on my writing but with some books on the go, it's a little hard.