AN// I am writing this as a NaNoWriMo challenge. If you were wondering what that is, it's a competition held every year on the month of November where you have to write a 50,000 word novel within the time span of one month.
Which means I'll be going to quantity over quality during the whole time I'm writing this, but I still welcome criticism. I'll consider it when I rewrite it.
Wish me luck, folks…
Everyone stared at me in shock and one person even dropped their glass.
Alas. Exposed.
Some have been intuitive enough and spotted the subtle signs, but a great deal of many never had a clue from the start.
This night was going to be a source of gossip aplenty. Everyone will wonder how it started, when did it begin, and what the bloody hell happened.
My fiancé and I glanced at each other and smiled, and we both joined hands, confirming to the still gaped faces that the impossible has indeed been achieved. We walked out of the building, beaming at the crowd. Rarely have I ever taken enjoyments out of balls and parties anyway, I was perfectly happy to get out of there.
It's hard to pinpoint an exact day it all started, I mean, we first met when we were eleven, but we were enemies for years. The change between us had been so slow, I hadn't even noticed at first.
I suppose eighteen is a good starting age to tell my story…