Chapter 1:
I don't believe in love. I truly think love is a concept built to sustain the fragile beliefs that there is something beautiful and pure that we can all have to ourselves. People like to think that love can overcome all things - even death - which of course is false; death is inevitable. Saying that, you may consider this a love story, but it most definitely is not.
Her name was Elsa.
It was odd how once you are in a new surrounding - like my new high school year - you scope out the available "mates". Odd way to describe them, but that is truly what I guess you would call them. Some people think that because I don't believe in love, I don't believe in dating - but I do. I just think that instead of loving a person you only care for them. There's a difference.
So if you haven't figured it out, I happened to scope out the potential girlfriends in my new class and she happened to be my goal. Even though I knew she was totally out of my league I couldn't help but hope, and I knew how dangerous hope was. While hope sometimes could create a spark that helps ignite the spirits of people during revolutions and rebellions, in my case it would be a death sentence. There's nothing as saddening as thinking you have a chance when you really don't. Or rather, there's nothing worse than knowing you don't have a chance but trying anyways. And that's what I did.
