There are times in ones life when all that matters is the ones we love.
Their feeling and emotions. Their state of mind. Their happiness.
Be it with or without us.
My love doesn't know I exist. He doesn't know who I am or what I have sacrificed for him. I'm going to ensure that it remains that way.
Meeting someone new is always a curious thing. You just sort of walk up to a stranger and introduce yourself. In some cases you crash into a person while walking down the street and fall on your arse.
So there I was. walking down the street like i usually do. Minding my own business. When out of the blue I'm on the ground. Let me just tell you that concrete hurts. A lot.
Looking up I see the most startling green eyes just staring down at me. Concern in them like there is no tomorrow.
"Are you okay? I wasn't looking at where I was going, I am so sorry."
"I'm okay. I wasn't looking either."
He seems surprised at my voice and for the life of me i cant tell why.
"You're British!" He exclaims.
I look at him annoyed. "Oh, really? I wasn't aware. Thank you for informing me."
I heard a laugh coming from behind him. Looking past him I see a taller man. He look slightly younger with shaggy looking hair. He reminds me of Harry, my brother in all but blood.
"Sorry about him. He has the habit of pointing out the obvious. My name is Sam and this is my brother Dean." Says the taller man.
"Hermione." I respond. I figures i would tell them my real name since Sam was kind enough to introduce them.
"Hermione? Sheakspere or Greek mythology?" Sam asks with a look of genuine curiosity on his face.
"A little of both i suppose. My parents were fans of both." I respond with a smile.
Dean off to the side now looks slightly annoyed at being ignored. "Can we get a move on Sammy? We have places to be."
