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AN: This is my first story so constructive feedback would be great and thank you for reading my story!
Prologue
" I will never love you," he screamed at me as a mix of tears and rain hurdled down my face. I tried to stop myself from breaking down right there in
the middle of the empty street, but I felt it coming, my heart ripping into a thousand pieces. I had barely even noticed that I'd sunk down onto my
knees onto the hard, cold, wet pavement when I looked into his torn face and cautiously whispered, " Surely, you don't mean that." With pain in
his beautiful blue eyes, he muttered almost inaudibly, "It's true." and looked away down the street. In an act of desperation, I forcibly grasped his
arm. He tensed, yet stayed firm in his stance and averted his eyes from me. In frustration, I cried out, " Please! Tell me you don't mean that!
Please!" With hardly any effort, he shook off my hold on him and began to walk away into the night. Reaching my arm out into the distance, aching
for him to come back to me, I let out one last cry, " Dallas, I love you! I will always love you!" He paused for a moment, and I froze praying he
would change his mind about leaving, but he just stood there frozen under the glare from the street light. I buried my face in my hands once again
as a round of sobs overcame me. I didn't even hear the footsteps racing towards me. When I looked up ready to bring my mourning session back
home, there he was. A single tear started to run down his face, but he quickly swatted it away as he pulled me up from the dirty, cold street into
his warm arms. It seemed like hours as we held each other in the middle of the dark street in the middle of the night as he muttered into my
damp hair, " Of course I don't mean it."