Hi everyone! I'm ombresmoke and because my last bechloe fic was a one-shot I decided to make a full story, it isn't based on the movie nor my last fic. If you review and let me know if you want me to continue I'll do just that, but you guys are the core to this fic and I hope you'll stick around for the weekly updates. This is a story about destiny and miracles, not necessarily in the common way or definition of the word. I hope you like it as much as I do. This first "chapter" is an introduction, so with that, enjoy and leave feedback. xo
Introduction
You go your whole life hoping, wishing, imagining a miracle will find a way to you. You've seen those newspaper article's of people finding a cure for cancer but miserably fail when it comes to a test. You've heard your friends talking about a girl from the neighbourhood who came back from a three year coma. You lie in bed at 2 a.m listening to your favourite song and a thought slips into your mind. "What if I never get my miracle?" Sometimes its a lottery win. Sometimes its passing an exam you've studied for, for the past two months while staying up all night drinking double espressos you despise. Sometimes its something as mediocre as finding a dollar bill note on the pavement.
But sometimes, sometimes, your miracle is the way she looks at you for a split second whilst you pass her on the busy road of New York. Two million pairs of eyes around you, all swallowed by their own thoughts of dreams and miracles, but for that one split second she looks at you, and you wonder why you looked back. Suddenly no money in the world equals to the feeling you get inside your flesh when those indescribable pair of eyes meet your own and you think. You think that maybe money does not guarantee you a life of happiness, maybe you can sweet talk your teacher to let you repeat that exam after summer. Maybe, just maybe those bright blue eyes full of wisdom and understanding are all you will need for the rest of your days and its those exact eyes you want to look at a year later when you got a promotion at work or you got an A in your exam repeat. Those eyes will belong to the same being that is now holding your hand when you say goodbye to your mother in the hospital. Those eyes will belong to the same being that is cuddled up by your side at 4 a.m when you've woken up again for the third time this week. Through the thick and thin, those bright blue eyes were your Saturday night lust, and your Sunday morning love. Every week. Maybe not everybody gets a miracle. But maybe, just maybe, you did.