A/N: I really hope you all enjoy this story because I put a lot of thought into it. It will be sweet, and heartbreaking, and there will be smut in it…I think. I'm not quite sure, but I'm making it an M rating anyways. The story was named after, and sort of based on the song Cry by Rihanna. Enjoy!

Summary: She knew exactly how to take care of herself. She knew exactly how to handle the unexpected curve balls life threw at her. She knew how to provide for her and for him, her only reason for living. She had no regrets, and accepted that this was what life was. But she knew she'd been lying to herself all this time, and when they finally moved to Forks, she couldn't deny it any longer. All of her secrets were revealed when she moved back, and the mysterious yet familiar looking stranger looked her in the eyes and her once content world became undone.

Playlist for this chapter:

After Tonight – Justin Nozuka

Any thunderstorm sample you can find (lol)

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Prologue – Promises

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" She said with worry teeming in her voice.

"Don't worry, my mom is at work. She's taking the late shift. She won't be back till morning. Come on, I wanna show you something." He took her petite hand in his strong, yet soft one and led her upstairs to his room. The hallway was dimly lit due to the power outage because of the thunderstorm outside, and she tripped a little over her own feet. The thunder roared loudly vibrating thought the tiny house, and she gripped his arm tighter. He smiled down at her and kissed her soft hair.

"Close your eyes." He whispered once they reached his door. She closed her eyes and he led her in, his hands moving to her waist as he followed her. "Now open them." He whispered huskily in her ear, and she shivered a little. She opened her eyes and gasped at the sight before her.

There were candles…white candles…lots of them…burning all over his room. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. He wrapped his long arms around her small waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, and she gasped again. "You did all of this…for me?" She asked in a disbelieving tone and he chuckled. "I would do anything for you. I love you. With all of my heart. And nothing can change that." He guided her by her hips over to the small table he had set up in the corner of his room. On the table there were three long-stem red roses in three tall individual glass vases. The first two roses were only buds, and had yet to bloom completely. But the last rose, the final rose, was fully bloom and even had shiny dew droplets on the pedals. It was beautiful. She realized that the last rose was a fake rose, and it confused her.

"Read the note attached to it." He whispered to her and she'd nearly forgotten he was there with her. She picked up the third rose from its vase and grabbed the note attached to the stem to read it.

"I'll love you forever…until the third rose dies."

He read along with her thoughts in his smooth, silky voice, and her eyes began to water. It was so amazing. She turned and wrapped her arms around him as tight as she could, hoping she would never have to let him go. "I love you too…with all of my heart." She whispered into his dark, long hair that cascaded past his shoulder blades. She moved the hair back to rest her face against his neck and he did the same with her long, full crinkly brown hair.

The thunder clapped again fiercely as they shared the most passionate kiss they'd ever shared, and he swept her up into his arms and carried her over to his bed. He laid her down gently against his pillows, and then pulled his shirt off. As soon as he shed it, his lips met with hers with a passionate roughness. She ran her hands over his lean, yet strong chest and his long lanky arms. He'd always felt like he was too skinny and tall and awkward to be considered buff, but she'd always felt differently. She felt he was absolutely beautiful. She loved his shy manner, and he loved her kindness. Where she felt she was bony but had big hips and thighs, he felt she was inarguably gorgeous. He loved everything about her. He knew she secretly wished she was just like everyone else, but he loved the fact that she was half black and half Creole. He loved her just the way she was.

He unbuttoned her top and she tossed it, allowing him access to lay soft kisses along her neck and chest. She'd never felt anything like this before. She'd never done anything like this before. He was her first love…her first boyfriend. And she trusted him with all her heart. He climbed from the bed and stood up to pull his pants off. He then slowly crawled back to her and laid sweet kisses from her neck down the narrow path between her breast, and down the center of her stomach. Her breathing would catch every time his soft lips met her skin, his touch sent warm electrifying chills through her system every time and gave her a fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach. The effect he had on her he wasn't completely aware of, but she'd never trade it for anything else in the world.

When he reached the rim of her low cut jeans, he began to add his tongue to his soft kiss right below her belly button. But as he did this, she felt him undoing the button and zipper to her jeans. He slowly pulled them off once he got them undone, laying even softer kisses along her leg as the skin was slowly revealed. She'd never seen him without his clothes, and he'd never seen her either. And she'd shocked him…when his attention was on her jeans, she'd removed her bra. He gave her a surprised look, and she gave him the half smirk he loved so much back. He shook his head smiling, making her heart beat race as he leaned back down to her to place another kiss on his lips. He'd never done this before with anyone else either, and he couldn't imagine doing it with any other person.

He broke away from the kiss to run a hand through her hair which he loved so much, and finally let his body lay down on top of hers no longer holding all of his own weight. The contact from her warm, smooth skin made his head swim. He couldn't make complete thoughts, his mind was running a million miles a second, because he always got lost when it came to her. Whenever they touched it set all his nerves on fire, making his entire body feel like a live wire. Her smell, her soft plump red lips, her light skin, her touch, and now…now that smell…he first discovered it when he was pulling her jeans and it drove him crazy. It was intoxicating. Then scent was enough to make his entire mind go blank. And it let him know that she was just as…ready…as he was. She was his cause for living, he loved her with everything he had…he could never leave her, never lose her, never take her for granted…and he had to let her know just that.

"I need you to know…that I would never leave you…I won't ever hurt you…and I will always love you, no matter what. I won't ever let anything come between us, and nothing will ever change that." He whispered to her. "Promise?" She asked him in the sweetest voice that let him know that this meant way more to her than just some promise…this was about her trusting him with her everything. His eyes met her big brown hues and his heart stopped, they had so much hope in them. He gave her a soft smile. "I promise."

He slowly entered her, and she winced at the slight pain, and he took it as slow and as gently as he promised he would. He was so caring, and everything was perfect. Neither one of them could've asked for a better first time. When it ended, they fell asleep holding each other.