I don't own twilight, i just love reading it. Kudos to Stephanie Meyer.

My first attempt, only constructive criticism will be noted, flame me all you want, i'll only ignore you (:

BPOV

Flashback (four years ago)

This was it. The end of my life as I knew it. Well…not really, but it sure as hell felt that way. He was leaving, he'd been accepted at a college in Chicago and this was our last night together. I couldn't stop the tears that leaked from my eyes at the thought. It was "just four years" he'd said. JUST? Ever since junior year we'd never been apart for more than two weeks. Even then it was a stupid case of chicken-pox. I was willing to beg, beg him to stay, but that was selfish and I knew it. I'd miss him, I knew that too.

"Hey" he said as he kissed the tears that had fallen, away. "What's wrong?" his beautiful emerald eyes filled with concern.

I internally scolded myself, he was having a hard enough time as it was, I was only making it worse. "N-nothing" I managed to choke out. God I was such a baby.

"Bella" he warned.

He knew I was lying. "Look, really it's nothing, you know how emotional I get, don't worry I'll be fine" I tried to smile, I'm sure it looked more like a grimace.

"Bella" he sighed "I know-"

I put my hand to his lips, abruptly cutting him off.

"I told you I'm fine, please, just forget it, I was over-reacting" I looked at him, he stared back then began to relax.

I removed my hand and gently skimmed my fingertips across his chest. He was leaving in the morning and because of prior-engagements, I wasn't able to see him off at the airport. So I asked him, that if this was to be our last night together to make me love to me. My first ever. He agreed of course and it was….magical? I'd never felt as connected to him as I did in that moment.

I looked at the alarm clock beside the bed. 11:30. He sighed.

"I have to go"

My heart hammered in my chest, I tried to speak, to say something but the words got caught in my throat. So I merely nodded. We both sat up then proceeded to get dressed. We stood there in silence for a few minutes, I couldn't look at him, a lone tear slid down my cheek.

Next thing I knew he was hugging me. Hard. So I squeezed back just as hard and cried into his shirt. I would miss him and everything about him, his smile, his eyes, his voice, his smell. He lifted my chin and kissed me as if our lives depended on it. He ran his tongue along my lip, my lips separated allowing him access. His left hand was on the small of my back pushing me closer, whilst the other was cupping my cheek moving down my arm and back. My hands were laced in his hair, and gently caressing his face, committing the feel of him to memory. All too soon he pulled away.

Slightly breathless, he looked at me with sudden determination, I was confused.

He cupped my face in his hands, looked into my eyes and said

"Bella, not yet but when I came back, and I swear to god that I will return. I will ask your fathers permission for your hand in marriage and take you as my wife. Forever. Because I love you, no one has ever or will ever have the hold on my heart as you do, it belongs to you now. So I ask you to wait, will you do that, for me?"

No sooner had the words left his lips I'd crashed them to my own. I was ecstatic.

We broke apart before I ravished his face with kisses.

"Yes-kiss-yes-kiss-I'll wait-kiss" he chuckled before looking at me once more with a look of complete adoration on his face. I felt my cheeks burn by his intensity.

"I promise you Isabella Marie Swan, I will make you mine when I return" he said.

Flashback ends.

If only I knew then, one and a half years later he'd brake his promise and you shouldn't make promises you can't keep.

Review if you'd like, sorry this chapter is a little short but it is the prologue (: Next chapter will be up soon. xx