I love him. How could I not? He's the perfect man.
But there's a catch, he doesn't love me. He loves her, my perfect veela, blonde haired cousin: Victoire. I don't blame him, with her straight blond hair, icy blue eyes and veela beauty, any boy would want her...
I wish, I just wish that he'd glance at me, one little glance would be enough...but I know it won't be, it'll never be.
He's eleven years older than me, I'm just his sister, only his sister. We were never meant to be. After all he is dating Victoire and there's no hope left, he wouldn't love me. He never would.
I'm just a girl, an average girl; average size hair, average brown eyes, average height, average pretty...
Then there's Victoire. How would I? How would I ever compare up to Victoire?
I pray that he'll love me.
There is a chance, I think...or at least hope...
Hope. That's the only thing I have left. Hope.
Maybe it'll happen, maybe it won't...
Hello, this is my first fanfiction...well at least the prologue to my first fanfiction.
Let me know if I should continue this.
Whew! I just corrected this a billion times, type me up a review if there are any grammar errors. Or if I should continue. Or if you liked this prologue.
Candidly,
Sierra Siya Potter