Hey guys, so I am trying my hand at a new Fanfic. I have all these ideas floating around in my head and can't wait to get them out on paper. The prologue and first chapter are up and already working on chapter 2. I really like where this is going.

Review if you like this. I love them and they make me write faster : )

It will get real teary at stages and light hearted at other stages. And of course what else would a story be without a love story. Let me know your thoughts.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.

Prologue

2nd February 2008

If you had asked me a year ago where would I be right now. I can tell you that I would never in my wildest dreams picture this.

My whole life was planned out for me, my mother was a crazy self sufficient artist; her paintings made it into some of the most prestigious art galleries all over the world. My father was a high powered lawyer in the heart of New York City. So needless to say I had big shoes to fill as my life progressed.

My parents separated when I was only 4 years old. I was clearly too young to understand but soon picked up on the fact that they couldn't stand to be around each other anymore. My Father stayed in New York and my mother packed us up and we moved to Seattle. I have not seen my father since.

My mother passed away when I was 18. The doctor said she had coronary Artery Disease, they didn't catch in time and one day she was alive and well the next she was dead. Her cleaner found her in her luxury mansion she resided in Seattle. I was devastated, as any child would be. I felt like my world had collapsed, I struggled to breathe most days. She was my best friends, my confidante, and my mom.

I found out about 2 month after her death she had left me a fortune in her will. I never realised the extent of how much her paintings actually made. So I moved out of the small flat I had just moved into for college and moved into my mother's huge house.

I was alone, I never really had friends. My high school years were spent by myself with a book in my face. So I lived in this great big house all by myself, I ate, Slept and went to college. I graduated at the age of 22 with a degree in journalism. I was told my whole life I was a great writer. My dream was to be a reporter for a huge newspaper like the New York Times or the Washington Post.

I slowly started seeing my dream come true until one day around a year ago my world came crashing down around me; again. I was having chest pains one day while pottering around the house. I thought nothing of it; I had read that 80% of chest pains have nothing to do with the heart. So I ignored it. The pains got worse and my breath seemed to run out a lot quicker than normal.

The day I went to the doctor was the scariest day of my life. As the doctors examined me and ran tests; I sat there and thought about my mom. Had she realised sooner the symptoms maybe she would still be alive.

Days passed and more tests were run; until finally I was told.

My heart was failing and I needed a heart transplant or I wouldn't live longer than a year to a year and a half.

So now this brings me back to my situation now. As I lay here, I look around the dark room; unable to sleep I try to focus on tomorrow. Everything would change tomorrow. My life would never be the same. I glance over to the chair next to my bed, where a figure sleeps. The person who gave me hope, who made me smile when I never thought it would be possible again.

Let me start from the beginning.