Ok guys this is a story I started to work on and wanted to post. My other Klaine story is not doing so well with reviews so I decide to put that on hold and do this so I hope it does better than my other on. So here you go.
Prologue
You know how in fairytales there's a prince and a princess. The two sometimes know each other from childhood and end up falling in love, uniting their two kingdoms forever and ends in a happily ever after. This is not one of those stories, no matter how similar it may be.
You see when I was little I knew a boy. He was perfect; he saved me in so many ways. He would stand up to the bullies who made fun of me and helped me become a stronger person. He showed me it's ok to be different and that I didn't need to hide. I remember one day when the bullying had been had pushed me over the edge and I decide to run away, to a different planet or galaxy, but he stopped me. He told me never to give up and that it would get better. But then he told me never to leave him and that was when I know. That the little ten year old boy with his black curls and hazel, almost golden eyes, had stolen my heart. I fell in love, and I thought that he would love me too in time.
I spent hours upon hours daydreaming of the day he would tell me he loved me too and our wedding, traveling planets, and growing old together. Then it happened. I woke up in the middle of the night crying for no reason, wondering if I had a bad dream I couldn't remember, then I saw the note. It was an old yellow piece of paper right in front of a picture of us hugging. I slowing got up and made may way to the dresser, not know the worst thing in my life was about to happen. I skimmed the note, just two words in his handwriting.
I'm sorry
I didn't understand at first and then I started to cry. I didn't know what had happened to the boy I love. The worst thoughts come into my mind. Maybe he wasn't alive anymore; maybe he had run away, maybe, maybe, maybe. All the horrible possibility's started to wiz through my head as I sat on the floor of my bedroom crying. Finally I had enough and I ran out of my room to see my father, if anything he would know what's wrong. I ran down our hall which seemed like a mile long. I pounded on my father's door in tears. When he opened the door I latched myself to him and cried into his chest. Then he told me.
"You found a note too didn't you?" he asked.
I shook my head yes.
"I'm really sorry son, but you have to read this."
He hand me a note in my best friends fathers handwriting.
I'm sorry
We have to do this
It's for the better
We're leaving for The Bad
I stared in shock at the note and then cried hared then I ever have, even when my own mother had died. The reason I didn't cry a lot when she died was because he was there, and now he's not. My father held me and rocked me back and forth.
"I love him, I love him, love him." I repeated over and over again into my dad's chest.
He told me he knew and that it was going to be ok. I knew it wasn't though. He had l left me, betrayed me. He had broken his own promise, he told me never to leave him, yet he left me. He broke my 15 year old heart. He shattered it into a million little piece and expected me to pick up them up. I couldn't.
"I will never love again."
I swore. He had done something that was worst then death. He had gone to The Bad. He hadn't stayed with The Good.
"Don't. Don't say that." My dad told me.
"Dad, I love him so much, I have for 5 years. I can never love again, I just can't. I can't."
And I haven't. I have grown and learned, but I haven't mended. After 3 years I have learned to forget, or I've tried. I couldn't honestly forget the black haired boy, but I willed myself too. I became an agent for The Good. You see The Good is time and space travel agencies were we prevent The Bad from making changes in time and space. Let's say you want to go back in time and be the president of a planet or country to take it over the place, The Good stop them. My job is to reason with The Bad agent and try to spot them making the changes.
Sometimes I wonder if he works for The Bad, if I will ever meet him again. But I haven't thought about it in years. I'm 18 now, an adult in The Good and I know it would hurt too much to think about. But I have never loved another. I have kept my vow. But right now I have to concentrate at the job at hand.
Stopping The Bad from saving the Titanic.