Rachel's POV The next night I dreamt that I was walking through the field, it had so many flowers in it. I held up the bottom of my dress, it was a beautiful color of blue, it reminded me of my mothers eyes. I kept walking, trying not to step on any flowers. Until I reached the middle of the field, I knew I had to wait, for what I was unsure exactly. So I waited for what felt like forever until he showed up, William. I could recognize him in my sleep, he walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me holding me there for a moment before leaning down and whispering in my ear in his beautiful accent. "My darling, I love you." I closed my eyes breathing him in for a moment, before opening them and realizing he is no longer gone and I am alone outside in the dark. I opened my mouth to call for him, but I cant speak nothing comes out, not my voice, not his name I cannot even feel air coming out.
William's POV The bell on the door rang indicating that it has shut behind me, I started at the woman for a few moments before finally deciding to get ahold of myself and I turn to walk back out of the coffee shop. "Don't want any coffee?" He heard a soft voice say as his hand was almost to the door. "N-No thank you." I said before looking back at the woman at the counter, She grinned and raised her eyebrows. "Maybe later then?" She asked. I looked down at her name tag then back up at her face before returning a soft smile. "Perhaps, Chloe." I replied before walking completely out of the coffee shop.
The Shadow Chronicles
Chapter 1. I climbed into my red SUV and turned it on. I had just finished a nine hour shift at Anna's Café and just wanted to wait a moment before I had to drive to my mothers house an hour out of town where I will be staying over the weekend. I took in a deep breath before taking my winter coat off and tossing it into the backseat, then taking off my scarf I turned the radio up and pulled out of the parking lot and started driving.
Rachel walked down to the dining hall filled with costumers settling down for their supper for the night, my father was seated in the right side of the room with a small group of people. A man, tall, dark haired. He was dressed in loose-fitting shirt and trousers, he was with a woman a bit shorter than him, dressed in a dark misty brown dress. her hair tied up in a tight bun in the back of her head. and another man, almost equally as tall. Dressed the same, with pepper grey hair.
Running Through The Rain
Jace's POV Jace walked along the long corridor to the dorm room, on his way to see her. To see Samantha, he knew she was on her way to the airport after attempting to gain his parents approval for the past year. He past doors after doors to dorm rooms, while hoping she was still packing. once I reached her door and knocked, once, twice, three times. Before Maggie finally opened the door, "She's not here." Maggie said as she leaned against the door frame.
Willia m's POV I walked through the pathway in the middle of Central park, I swung my cane forward and backward, while nodding at the people walking by. I check my pocket watch one last time before agreeing with myself that it will no longer work, I let out a soft sigh and turn to look into the pond in the middle of the park and I gave the near by people a small smile. I find it a comfort that they don't know who I am, a passerby, a stranger whom could take away all of their dignity at once, someone who could give them anything their hearts desire in an instant... But they will never know this. I give them a nod before turning and making my way out of the park and into a near by coffee shop, I walk over to the counter and order my usual double double, as I am waiting for my drink I walk over to a table and pull out my phone to scroll through my social media. "Ding" The door opens, leaving the bell to make its noise of the usual costumers walking in and out. "Can I get a large French Vanilla?" a soft voice rang out, it sounded familiar yet new to me. From centuries ago, filled with authority yet sounds so filled with caution as if she was unsure of herself. I looked up from my phone and nearly choked of the air that I breathed, "Rachel?" I asked quietly to myself. It couldn't be her, she had been deceased for centuries. I watch the woman stand against the counter one hand resting with her hand on her chin, her elbow on the counter. Her other hand tapping lightly on the counter as she spoke to the barista, I quickly bring my phone up and take a picture of the woman. Quietly hoping to myself that I would meet the woman again in the future, "Double Double!" the Barista shouted I got up and made my way over to the counter to grab my drink. After taking it I look at the woman, whom had her eyes on me as well. I smiled and nodded slightly before turning and walking away out of the coffee shop making my way back to my apartment.
The carriage bumped over a small hole in the road jolting Rachel awake, she sat upright and covered her mouth to yawn. She moved the curtain from the side window and she looked out, it was pouring outside at the moment and she could feel the chill in the air from the previous night. I looked up at the sky and drew in a deep breath before sitting back and closing the curtain. Across from me sat my mother, for all intense purposes my father decided we are to travel to the market early in the morning to be there by tea time. We had a meeting to talk of our future, my father wished to open a bakery within the market but they would like us all to arrive at once to speak of such things.