Author's Note: I own nothing- don't bother suing. This prologue is just to see if there is any interest… I'm not much of a writer so enter at your own risk. Review please!
Blurry Stone Cold Face
Prologue
The most beautiful sunset she had ever seen is all the light she is provided with on that unseasonably warm spring night. As she gazes down at the water below the bridge she has stopped on, she sees her own blurry reflection and realizes she is not alone. He is standing behind her as he always does in her dreams. Never asking anything from her and giving her everything she is too proud to ask for. He's her knight in shining armour and she'll never think she deserves him.
In her dream she turns around and his beautiful face is marred in a contortion of pain. Just as she reaches to comfort him as he does for her every night. He disappears along with all the sound and the light and all that remains is her blurry stone cold face betraying not a hint of any of the depression that lurked in her head.
On the outside they all knew her as the happiest, brightest, silliest human being that could exist in a world as harsh as ours. On the inside she was a complex mix of self-loathing, disappointment, and confusion. She smiled not because she didn't know what was happening around her but because she knew too much about what was happening and knew enough to know that she knew nothing. She smiled partly because it was expected of her and partly because it surprised them all when someone could be that happy. She liked to surprise people like that. She wanted them to look at her and say or think: "Oh, it is possible… maybe I should give it a try." She hoped that if others could be happy maybe she would actually feel happier herself.
At least these were the thoughts that crowded her slightly self-pitying brain until she met the dream guy in real life and suddenly her silly façade was vulnerable. If he was anything like the guy in her dream she would never be able to hide. If her silly pride and fear of being found out wouldn't have got in the way, she might never have befriended the beautiful stranger and she would have never changed them all the way she had.
Chapter 1) Every Day Life Inverted
Jasper peers into the glass door of the quaint café he has passed every day on his way to the T, since he moved to the city of Boston three weeks ago. Spying the intriguing blonde pony-tailed girl who seemed to constantly be rushing around with that "light up the whole room" smile; he felt the patrons' amusement.
She wore tie-dye one day and a business jacket the next. Sometimes she wore "if looks could kill" heels and other times rocket dog sneakers. But no matter what she wore she seemed the same, upbeat and cheery. Jasper had always had this uncanny ability to practically read the emotions of the people he encountered. Last week after a few beers with his best friends, one of the perks of moving back to Boston; he spilled the beans about the barista whom he was too scared to meet. Emmett and Edward, Em and Ed from his college days, were astounded that the great Jasper Whitlock was scared of a girl. His buddies claimed his time in the South made him a totally different man and dared him to make a move.
So today was the day, he had decided. He had summoned up the courage and would go in to the Peace Shot Café and at the very least get a coffee. Little did he realize on that Tuesday in March how unexpected a person, especially a woman like her could turn out to be.