Oh my God, our first story! Okay, I'm going to control myself…for now.
Do I look like Stephenie Meyer? I mean, you can't see me, but still, I am not that genius. So clearly, I do not own any of the Twilight Characters.
Prologue:
BPOV
Life sucks and then you die, right? That's if you're lucky.
I had always used this saying as a way of life, as morbid as it sounds. It always made me feel better about the situations going on in my life, when I thought, Well, I guess this isn't so bad.
But this was how I thought of life mere months ago, before my hold onto the world had shifted. Before my plans didn't gravitate around only myself anymore, but around him. I didn't even need to so much think his name to get the familiar I'm-dreaming-but-I'll-hang –you-by-you-toes-if-you-pinch-me feeling.
It was so odd to me, to have this pull in an entirely different direction than I had ever imagined. And to think, I had managed to find this unexpected and overwhelming bliss in a place that I had loathed with such passion.
In private high school.
In the most hideous, librarian-looking outfit known to man, I had found that type of love that was like a stab of light to an eternally blinded set of eyes.
I had found true and unyielding love, in penny loafers.