PROLOGUE-
I glance into his deep chocolaty brown eyes. Tears roll down his face. My head is tenderly supported in his powerful hands. "But I love you." I whisper as a weep escapes my mouth. I gaze down at the ground too depressed to look up at his sorrowing face. "I love you too… and that's the problem I shouldn't. I can't."
A sob leaves my mouth and my vision starts to blur. I feel myself getting weaker as I crumble to the ground. I can hear his sobs. He gets on his knees and places a hand on my tear soaked cheek. I nuzzle against his soft hands that I know can never love me again. A tear streams off my face and onto his hand. I tentatively wrap my arms around his strong muscled body resting my head in his collar bone.
I can smell his musky scent and can feel his heart beating to the rhythm of mine. We stay like this on the ground was what feels like eternity. "It's going to be okay." He lies as he gently rocks me back and forth. Then just like that he leaves. I am alone again and buried in sorrow. "Tobias." I say, but I know he is gone and cannot hear me. He never will again.
I realize that I have to begin a story at the beginning. So here is the heart-breaking description of my Romeo and Juliet love affair…
I was raised in a small rural township called Springfield in New Zealand. No one significant has ever come from Springfield. It has a total populace of near 219 and to be truthful if Springfield evaporated one day no one would even notice. If by some phenomenon someone did, they would not care.
In my class growing up there were only eleven pupils less than half were boys. One of them was Ted. His name meant 'gift of god' and he behaved as if he was. That regrettably didn't prevent me from falling for him. Ted had indigo blue eyes and olive skin. He had a mob of bushy golden hair that would never listen. If he pushed it up it would tumble back down.
We had grown up together and everyone thought we would get together. We did. It was a mistake I mourn long after he crushed my heart. Since then we haven't been able to even hang out as acquaintances anymore. It is just too agonizing to watch him move on while I remain behind. This is why I'm parting. I am moving to London for a fresh start to make something of myself. I'm going to leave on my seventh birthday which is only three days away.
I have never left the country and I can't wait to see what the future holds for me in London…
