Disclaimer: No characters are my own - One can dream though.

A/N:This story, particularly this chapter, has been plaguing my mind since like ever really and I felt it was finally time to write it up. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and let me know if you would like more.

Some Day

Chapter One

Seven, Twenty (AM)

She was beautiful, standing right there in front of me. She was the early-morning sun shimmering down onto the world. She shone so bright, she blinded me. One look at her and I was hypnotised, I was captured, chained and bound by her bright blue eyes. One glance and I could feel my soul being filled with the happiest joy one could ever feel, and I was captivated.

By her bright white dress, barely passing her pale, smooth knees, her long golden hair filled with twirls and curls that looked so soft, so bouncy. Each lock of hair going past her shoulders, I had the urge to touch, to stroke. I loved the sight of them flying around in the clear air when she would turn to look in my direction.

She just looked so beautiful, so pure; she was the epitome of life. And no matter what, I wasn't going to let that leave this world. The world needed more people like her, the world needed to be filled with such beauty and grace.

And so when that near-moment arrived I didn't even have to think about it, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I had already made up my mind, maybe before anyone else even knew what was going to happen.

An hour and a half earlier

Beep-beep, beep-beep, beep-beep…

My alarm clock's incessant ringing woke me up from my heavenly slumber that morning. My hand dared to venture out into the world of early morning coldness, whereas the rest of my body stayed hibernating under the cosiness of my blankets, and the heat of my mahogany bed.

The chill of the air touched my hand and it burned, but my hand carried on with its journey, nevertheless. I just had to turn that damn alarm off otherwise I would never get my much needed ten minute lie in. As soon as my hand grazed past my plain, black digital clock, I felt around the top until I found that familiar button on the right and pushed it down instantly. Not wasting anymore time, as soon as the sound of the alarm stopped echoing around my bedroom my hand flinched back under the covers and I tucked it back under my head to get rid of the nasty coldness I could feel pressing onto my left cheek. It had just gone past six in the morning so I didn't care much for the coldness; I was far too tired to notice much of anything at that moment in time.

But eventually my hand warmed up again, and I managed to fall back into sleep – for all of five minutes, before my alarm went off once more. After the third time, I decided to lift my blanket off me and feel the coldness hit my body like a truck colliding into me and that was enough to make me gasp. My eyes shot open and my brain suddenly woke itself up and told me that it was time to start getting ready. I didn't exactly want to be late. I hated being late for anything, but for work, that was my all time biggest pet-peeve. So I got up and headed straight to my ensuite bathroom and quickly turned on the shower.

The start of my morning routine had begun.

I left my apartment the same time I do everyday, seven: fifteen on the dot. I've learnt to be very precise when it comes to time. For time is one of the most important factors of life, it's what keeps the planet spinning – it isn't always about money.

As I locked up I hummed a tune that had randomly been playing in my mind the moment I woke up that morning. So as I turned to walk away, the sound of my throat humming filled the silence of the empty corridor and left me to leave my apartment building with a warm smile on my pale, early-morning face.

I made my way to the familiar bus stop just outside my flat building and already my mind got this strange feeling.

A sudden tingle passed through me.

It was a feeling of something strange occurring.

But as I looked around me I saw only that of cars zooming past me, black taxis quickly taking people from one place to the next, business people in smart looking suites rushing by me – hurrying to get to work on time, the quick chatter with the person on their mobile phones filling up the open air as they walked by.

It was all the usual sights and sounds of Central London, nothing was different, so there was nothing to feel strange about. With that I gave a small, simple shrug to myself and carried on to the stop like I would each day. This one wasn't going to be any different.

When I reached there I found that I had ten minutes until my bus would arrive, at exactly half seven like it would every morning. After checking my wrist-watch I gave a light sigh to the world for waking me up so early and looked down to check that my attire for the day was spotless.

I had my plain, black leather shoes that matched my tailored dress perfectly, with a light-weighted, black blazer to top off the look. I was content with what I had on, my long brown hair tied up in a neat bun to top off my professional look. I felt smart and sophisticated and ready to take on a brand new day.

Up until that day I knew everything that would happen. I had a routine, one that I chose to stick to, almost religiously. I knew from the moment I woke up in the morning, up until I came home and went to sleep for the night that nothing during that time would change, everything was always the same.

I liked that, I liked knowing what to do, that was why I enjoyed work so much because I was constantly told to do something. Every day I had another set of assignments that I had to achieve and I would do it; happily. For me nothing was ever different, and nothing was going to be.

That was up until I saw Her. I saw her standing there, right by the pole of the simple, metal bus stop sign, wearing that summery white dress – in the midst of autumn – and she had turned and faced me the exact moment I had turned to face her. And the first thing I saw was her eyes.

Her eyes.

Up until then, my life was fine. But when I saw her, that was it, I was already too far gone. And the funny thing is I didn't mind that. I didn't mind it one bit.

Not when I saw her smile like that, it was small and barely there, something you do when you come across a face you haven't seen in a long, long while. Like when you see someone you would have known from your school days, or even a face you come across at work every so often, and you may not like them so much but you still have the decency to give them a barely there smile anyway.

That's exactly what she had done to me, she gave me a smile, and just like that I was under her spell.

I could feel the early morning sun shining down on us and making her glow extra bright. I could feel my heartbeat faster and faster each second we stood and stared. I could feel my hands begin to perspire, and my constant shaking of them did nothing to help dry them up. It seemed no matter what I did I still would have that nervous feeling anyway. Although I didn't really know why I was nervous, all I was doing was looking into the eyes of another. And yet my heart kept telling me that this particular person wasn't just any other.

She was so much more than that.

And I think that was the very reason why, the second my head figured out what was going to happen, I didn't even have to think about it. It was instinct, and it was impulsive, but it was something that I would Never live to regret. I would do it all over again, if need be.

Seeing her beautiful form standing there, in all her shining glory, I found myself growing rather shy. Which for me was an odd revelation, I hardly ever grew shy. So my mind thought better of it and instead decided to say something to her. But what I would have said, I do not know. It's something that I will never know. For in that split second of her staring straight back at me and my mouth slowly opening; I heard it.

It was only but a small buzz in my ear at first, like that of a bee constantly flying around you. But unlike a bee it wasn't something that I could just shake away, or swat at when it got too close. Instead it was something far, far worse. For a bee can only sting, but this sound, this sound could break you.

At exactly seven: thirty that morning, just when I was supposed to board my bus and head off to another day at work, I stood there staring into the face of an angel as this incessant sound of thumping music grew louder and louder with each tick of the clock.

My ears were filled with noise; from the sound of my watches constant ticking to the beat of the hearts of all those standing in line behind me. My eardrums started banging as my brain zeroed in on that one particular sound, that one car just less than a few streets away coming closer and closer.

My mouth, which hung open, suddenly snapped shut and my eyes flew away from those of the bright blue sea and instantly flew to the side. When I focused even more I could see, just through the corner of my eyes, a dark grey Ferrari zooming straight towards us.

The white angel and I.

Not in the direction of flying past us and continuing forward, though, like every other car I could see, this car in particular looked clueless, almost reckless. The driver didn't even seem to be concentrating, but instead looking through his side mirror and partially steering the wheel to the side.

I knew in that split second, just where this driver was headed.

And it wasn't heading straight past.

Without even thinking, or looking in her direction, my mouth shot open and I was speaking before I even knew it.

"You need to move." I said, speaking so fast. I could feel my words matching that of the beating of my heart, which I could hear beating faster and louder with each passing second.

"What?" I barely heard the heavenly being ask just as fast as I spoke, but even through all the sounds I could still make out the slight accent in her word.

If it were any other moment I would have smiled at the sound.

But at that moment I didn't have time to think of her and her beauty or her words. At that particular moment all I could think was how close that car was suddenly coming, and in how much time it would most likely come shooting into the scene.

My heart was still beating rapidly, the ticking of my watch matching that of my heart and my brain couldn't seem to keep up. But I knew it was telling me one thing, and I could hear it screaming at me. I had to get her to move; and fast.

"NOW!" I exclaimed, with sheer force and aggression, I knew I would have surprised her, maybe even frightened her at the sound. But I didn't have time to care about that, I snapped my head back in her direction, my ears still managing to pinpoint the sound of that car, the blaring music growing louder.

And just as the she opened her mouth to utter the word 'Why?' I heard it.

The thumping, the beating, and the ticking.

And then the screech.

That never ending screech, the smell of burning tyre as the driver tried to slow down with all his might – but it was just too late.

He left it too late. He was far too close now.

Without even a second thought, I looked around me and saw the other passengers standing behind us; it was only her and I standing at the front, the tips of our feet barely touching the edge of the pavement.

It was in that second that I knew what I must to do.

"MOVE, NOW!" I shouted one last time and all I remember is the look on her face.

Her eyes grew so round, so fast, her skin which was already so naturally pale suddenly grew white, and her mouth hung open in white surprise. She may have been an angel in my eyes, but what good was she if she wasn't here on this Earth anymore.

And so with that in mind, I mustered up all the strength inside of me and I shoved the ghostly-pale woman standing just an inch in front of me, and pushed her to the side. In an instant she was on the floor, but she was away from the edge and she was now behind me.

That was all that mattered.

And it wasn't even a second later that I heard the screeching grow so close, and the music still blaring so loud it almost covered up the sound of the screams.

But nothing could make me forget the sound of Her scream. It almost ripped me apart inside. Her screech shook me to my very core.

And before I knew it there was a shriek.

There was a swerve.

There was a gasp.

And there was a sudden bump, a crack, and a thump.

And before I knew it I was laying face first on that dark grey bonnet, my head banging, my ears ringing. And then there was darkness in my world…