Prolouge
I don't own anything...
I wish I do, but sadly, I don't...
Olivia's POV
I skated. Skated to remember, and skated to forget. In this case, memories of him and I plagued my mind. It was so obvious to everyone we liked each other. Everyone but us. The way my brain was wired will never change the way I feel for him. I could never let him go.
My life changed the day he told me. The day he said that we would- that we could be together. Nothing couldn't have been better. But then, life had to come and mess it all up.
If I had paid more attention, I would've noticed him watching me skate freely- something nobody ever gets to see, not even my parents. If I had paid attention I would've connected it all together. That he did care. That it was me. If I had paid more attention, I could've seen that the ice was too fragile to skate on. That I was lucky it held my weight.
But, of course, being silly little me, I wasn't. I wasn't paying attention. I just went on skating, not noticing the little cracks that would appear every once in a while.
Without warning, the ice broke- and my life flashed before my eyes. Memories of him and I. Us. Together. Happy.
I knew I would die- that was inevitable. But, I wasn't panicking. Maybe I was going to have a late reaction or something. Freaking out right before I die.
Just like how the ice cracked, I was suddenly pushed aside, and was grabbed by my waist. My beanie blew away, and my hair blew in the wind. Wow. Perfect movie ending. She gets one more chance at life, and then fails miserably. I closed my eyes, and waited for death to take me.
"Olivia..?"
"Olivia! Wake up! Please, please, don't…" his voice said, cracking.
I opened my eyes, and stared into those beautiful brown eyes that were filled with worry. His eyes…