My first Twilight fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except these particular ideas.
Prologue:
"Of course I will still love you when I come back. I will love you when I am gone."
It's not fair. I know that it's not fair, but I want it to be. We have been dating for a little over eleven months now. You would think that people would accept us for who we are, for what we are as a couple. But it is hard. People don't want us together. They think we are too young; that we don't know what it's like to be in love.
Maybe they are right. What do we know about being in love? I sit and I cry. My heart aches when we can't be together, and it feels like we can't be together a lot. I clutch at the searing hole at night. I gasp for air, it hurts so bad. It's like my whole body is numb, and the only pain I feel is from my heart crumbling. He held me together. The fates seemed to be against me, against us. But maybe I am over analyzing things. He says I tend to do that a lot. He says I just throw myself into despair before I do see the "silver lining."
It's not fair. They said we are too young. Are we too young since we are merely 18? Well, in a general sense. Legally we are adults. We grew together emotionally, and we grew to adulthood together. We've always said that if we were older, we'd get married, but what kind of marriage would it be if I am in despair right now? Would it be a happy marriage, or would I be crying as I am now?
I guess I should start at the beginning of the story.