The funny thing is that although we place so much energy and importance on our wedding day, it isn't the biggest day of our life. The biggest day of your life is every day thereafter. Because it's not the pledge to love someone that matters, but the act of fulfilling that pledge that is most important. In other words, it's only just begun.

But how would I know all about that. I had just left, more like ran away from my own wedding. It's every girl's dream to have a huge wedding and to be married to the perfect walk down the aisle holding your daddy's hand looking into the eyes of your husband-to-be with all the love you can muster and hoping he's doing the same. It was my dream too, but unlike most girls I was a little different.

I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger, the chance to sacrifice myself for my love. Of course those fantasies were influenced by books and movies and like books and movies it was supposed to be the bride running away from the groom to go back into the arms of the man she really loved. Unfortunately I was running from both. Love is a dangerous angel.

He always used to say that I feel the need to endanger myself every so often, but that doesn't explain why I'm bare foot, tear tracks on my face, running across the street in my wedding dress.

He was the kind of gorgeous every girl dreamed about and he was my reality. Millions of years, billions of people, infinite number of possibilities and I had the privilege to meet him. I don't know if I believe in fate, but that's the luckiest accident I've ever heard of. So as normal teenagers do we fell in love and made mistakes. Most relationships end that way right? But even then I guess, we both knew that what we had was something even more rare, and even more meaningful. i was going to be his friend and was going to show him possibilities and he in turn would become someone I could trust more than myself.

I finally reached my house and jolted open the door. I cursed mentally not bothering to check if it was broken. I wasn't going to live here anymore. I quickly ran up the steps to my room and grabbed a duffel bag. I didn't have much time. Soon my fiance would find out. Find out that I'd left him at the alter. I had to. This was my only chance to escape. Even if it meant leaving the ones I loved. I let out a sob at that thought.

I never wanted to leave him. Maybe in some other world where my life wasn't as twisted as it is we could be together. Happy and in love just like we had talked about a few years ago. Not now, no, now everything has changed. It's too far to go back. Besides, my fiance would never let me be with him, He'd rather kill me than let that happen.

I grabbed a few pair of clothes and other necessities, whichever popped into my mind. I tried grabbing anything edible from the kitchen. I didn't know how long I'd be gone. Maybe a week. A month. Forever.

As I was leaving my house my throat clenched as I remember something. I run back to my room. I know this was taking a huge risk since my fiance could be here any second but it's a risk I'm willing to take. I know the exact place where it's kept. At a bookshelf in my room. There it was.

A small silver heart shaped box placed in front of a photo frame. I looked at the frame and my eyes glazed over. It was a picture of four people standing together really close with their arms around each other and smiling like that was the best day of their life. Maybe it was. It was a picture of my only family. Back when we were all happy. Back when none of this drama was going on. Back when I didn't have the constant fear of taking the hits. Back when I didn't have the constant thought of escaping.

I grabbed the frame and the box shoving it in my bag. Before leaving the house forever I remembered to grab a knife. I cut my wedding dress till it was reaching my knee and grabbed a pair of shoes. What a pity, I actually liked the dress. I would love nothing than to go back and have a nice long bath and a change of clothes but I know I can't. Not when it concerns my life.

I made my way towards the truck, the big ol'black truck I'd had and loved for ages. I quickly got in and started the engine. To add to my bad luck it started raining. Just what I need.

Speeding on the road would probably earn me a ticket but hey, can't blame my adrenaline rush. The road in front of me flashed black and white as thunder rumbled loudly. Damn it! It had to storm today . didn't it? I felt a sense of deja vu at the atmosphere. It was similar to the night I broke up with him. It was a terrible day but even more so because our last words haunted me ever since.

"Annabeth, please just let me explain." He pleaded a I packed the last of my things ready to leave our apartment or what would now be his apartment.

"Okay then." I stopped putting my bag down not caring about the tears running down my cheeks. "Explain."

"I..." He started but it looked like someone had sucked the air ot of him.

I wanted to scream at him, yell at him, hit him, anything to take out the pain I was feeling right now. Instead I just stood there. "That's what I thought." I muttered but neither of us made a move. We just stood there. Me looking at him with his head hung low because he didn't have anything to say. There was nothing to explain. It was crystal clear.

"Why'd you do it?" I croaked. My hands were in fists at my side and there was nothing more I would love to do than just open that door and get out but I had to know. I just had to.

"I didn't mean to." He said quietly. "I never meant to. I...I was jealous." he said looking up and I breathed in seeing his moistened eyes. "But there's no excuse. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, but..." He stepped closer and took my hands. "I'm not sorry for falling in love with you."

I gasped and stepped back. He didn't mean it. He didn't. He couldn't. "Stop. Stop please. You don't mean it."

"But I do-" He started protesting.

"No you don't! Because you wouldn't have done what you did if you loved me!" I cried out. He stayed silent at that. "Don't you get it ? We were never meant to be together! It was just a game, for both of us, and now it's over. Game over.." I sobbed silently.

"You don't know that Annabeth. You may be smart but definitely not in this. Not when it comes to us." he argued.

"Why shouldn't I be introspective? We don't make sense!" I reasoned.

"Neither do chocolate and peanut butter, but it somehow works" He says and I almost laugh out and hug him. It brought us back to the old days when we would banter just for fun and not serious issues which included pain and tears.

"You don't get it." I rubbed a hand through my face. "Even if we do get back together your mistake will haunt me for life. I'll always,always be afraid and sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me, and regret." I picked up my bags deciding this was a lost cause. Things were too broken to be fixed now.

"Forget about me." I said making my way towards the door.

"I could never." He whispered and slowly walked towards me.

"Then at least try. For me." I knew I was cruel for making him do this but I had no choice. There was too much damage to be repaired. It was best to just leave things the way there were.

I turned around to leave before I was suddenly pulled by the arm as I feel something against my lips. Our kisses were always spontaneous, just like our relationship, but never rough. He was always gentle with me. Always. It was a desperate kiss, it was passionate, longing and...full of love.

He pulled away and let go of my arm. "I-I just wanted to do that. One last time." He said not meeting my eyes.

I coughed looking away and shouldered my bag strap. "Right. Okay."

That was the last thing I had said to him. It's funny really. You would expect the last words to a person to be something meaningful, but that was the thing. We weren't the cliche type of couple. We were different. Way and different and maybe that's the reason we could never forget each other.

The rain had started pouring more heavily, dripping on the glass matching the tears on my face. It had gotten really dark and the only source of light was the streetlight and my truck's headlights.

If only I hadn't left him. If only I had stayed with him , we wouldn't be in this me. Even after 5 years, even after us both finding different people, even after us both moving on and almost getting married, I still loved him. I couldn't deny that.

I wiped the tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand. I rashly took a turn and suddenly had to step on the break. The truck came to a stop with a screech! As I jerked forward and back into the seat, in front of me standing right in the way of the truck was the shadow of a man. I gasped.

They had found me.

Hey guys! So as you may have noticed I have reposted this chapter. Yup I've made a few changes in it. Anyways 'he' is the guy who all the suspense is about so hope it didn't get you guys confused. If it did well just chill and read the next chapter you'll probably catch on soon.

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