I had been calculating how long this good fortune had before it would run out. So much so that it ignited a fire in me that made it almost impossible to let it go to waste. I sat, waiting, waiting for it all to be okay again. I guess it wouldn't ever be okay, but I hoped it would. I hoped to god it would.

How could I have been so lucky? To have experienced this when I had been sure it was all a sham? That the collision of skin-on-skin sparked something magnificent. That the warmth of someone else was something to be craved. That another's life was the very thing that made me feel alive and at the same time had the potential to destroy me.

I was very lucky, indeed.

And like all good things, they end in a flurry of explosions. Bursting, unable to be enclosed by their seams anymore. A flash of inspiration passing so quickly that it chokes you from the inside out. You feel it. You feel it on every inch of your skin. The burn of something so beautiful that the fleetingness of it leaves you stunned.

Breathless.

You know it existed. You feel its lingering kiss on the corner of your mouth. The hands on the curve of your back leaves a haze of heat. You imagine it in your sleep and kiss it goodbye. You see it in your dreams, content to be reunited with it once more.

It crumbled in my grasp. Tentacles gripping at my sides, pulling me away from it. As if any more distance between us could ever pull us apart. As if time would dull the ache in my heart. As if the tendrils of something so powerful could slip away in an instant…as if it were nothing more than something transitory.

But I knew this day would come, I just didn't know how it would. I had been counting on it the moment we locked eyes, you and I.

I choked on my own tears, biting back the screams that bubbled in my throat threatening to spew out of my mouth like a prisoner. How could I have been so lucky?

I left the paper right where I left it, a little crumpled from having holding on to it so tightly. Waves of panic mixed with that of adrenaline. A lethal combination. I had no choice but to go. I stumbled outside, past the white picket fence, past the flower beds, the mail box with our names on it and braved the hurricane that threatened to take my life apart.

Here we go, here we go!

Welcome to the totally made up world of The Hurricane! Let me, DreamsofaDreamer take you on a trip, exploring the lives of two of FanFiction's most beloved characters, Edward Cullen and Bella Swan! Tell ya what, you go ahead and read that O/S because we all know that E and B ALWAYS get to hook up whenever possible. If you do read it, I promise it will NOT give you any spoilers for the plot of the full length feature.

You are in for a RIDE, my friends. Seriously, my life is composed of thinking about plots, plot twists and invented conversations. I love writing and it almost always is a reflection of my mood. As you can tell, I was sorting out some pretty heavy stuff when I wrote this. Now that it's all out, let's go ahead into the actual things I want you to think about!

1. Who wrote that letter? Edward or Bella?

2. What is the significance of having a relationship stemming out of a hurricane? Please tell me what it foreshadows. Let me tell you what Isabella thinks:

A hurricane brought us together. It was inevitable that a hurricane would pull us apart. Foreshadowed like a sick tragedy, we rose out of a storm. It only signified we were destined to drown like two swimmers, desperate for a breath of air. Clawing at each other, forcing the other above the water so that they would survive.

3. Right so if you couldn't guess, I'm a total Shakespeare nerd and having just finished reading Macbeth in class, I based those last two lines on something that was said in Act II. Review with the quote and I'll share my thoughts with you! (And give you a high-five!)

4. Playlists are my friend. Please see these songs for the playlist of the prologue: Hommage by Patrick Watson and rainy mood. Both on ze youtube.

Alright, I'll be leaving you to your thoughts now. Bye!