His beautiful soul

Our relationship had a rocky start, what with his confusion over his sexual orientation. We were a doomed pair from the very beginning, a sinful love that began with a girl who later broke both of our hearts. I suppose we owe what we are now to her.

It all started one rainy summer in Forks, Washington. Bella, my best friend and the love of my life (at that time), had just moved to Florida with her mother after a breakup between her and her loser boyfriend Edward Cullen. I was sulking in the woods by her house wishing I could catch a glimpse of her, knowing I never would again.

I heard a rustle of leaves behind me and I swiveled around to see his pale white face. His eyes were black as coal and his mouth was set into a grim line.

"What are you doing here?" he hissed sensually.

"What does it matter to you?"

He pounced on me and pinned me to the ground. He stared deep into my eyes with a fury that made my blood cold. I grabbed his forearms and flipped him onto his back growling in his face.

His expression went blank then, like he was stunned. He breathed in deeply. My face got closer and closer to his in analysis. Suddenly his lips hit mine. Cold, hard and delicious. I never wanted to move again.