A/N: Hey guys! Guess who's back! So a few weeks ago I promised you I would post a new story soon (a multi chap!), and given the fact I like to keep my promises, here it is! I'm more than proud to present you To Live Is To Die. It's an Amian, and it's seven months old. I can't promise you it's the best story of the world (God, no) but I hope you will like it as much as I liked writing it. I finished the first part a few days ago and I am currently working on the second. Anyway, enough of me, enjoy! :)

TO LIVE IS TO DIE

Prologue

Black clouds were covering London's sky and the wind blowing hard, flattening the trees against the ground as if they were forming a guard of honour, bowing before the citizens of the city. It howled and raged in a perfect yet horrible melody, letting everyone know its fury towards the world. It seemed like a terrible storm was coming, and this time, no one would be able to stop its assured destruction.

The rain was pouring down on him, soaking him and matting his hair and clothes. His feet hurt from all the walking, but it was absolutely nothing compared to his throat. It was as though daggers were piercing it, making it impossible for him to utter a single word. He shouldn't have screamed like that, and the repressed sobs didn't help either, causing more pain, more anguish.

Around him, people were passing by, either talking or laughing with friends. The rain didn't seem to bother them; if anything, it looked like they were enjoying it. Had the circumstances been different, he would have agreed with all those strangers. He used to love this type of weather, so typical to the city, but now he couldn't even feel the drops falling on his forehead.

A couple walked past him, oblivious to his misery. They were holding hands and smiling at each other, in a way that made him nauseous. A memory of this sort of happiness flashed through his mind, reminding him that he destroyed the last chance he had to be happy. Would he be able to find love again? Would she be able to forgive him? A tinkling laugh escaping the woman's lips made him suppress yet another sob. Another tear.

It was funny how in barely an hour, everything could change. One second you could be completely happy and ready to give your heart to everyone and anyone, and the second later your world could be destroyed with only a snap of fingers. How did he end up like that? This was supposed to be the best time of his life, a perfect day for him and her. Now the echoes of her screams, of the voice he loved so much, was ringing in his head in sync with the hurling wind, majestic and apocalyptic, making it impossible for him to continue.

"I hate you! I hate you I hate you I hate you! I can't believe you did that!"

"Ames, please…"

"No! Don't you 'Ames' me! I can't believe you hid that from me-"

"You don't understand, please-"

"Get out of my house!"

He had gone so far in life to finally come to this. He was alone again and he could feel his heart withering in his chest. How cruel. How ironic. How pathetic. He was willing to do anything, to scream, shout, die- anything if that meant he couldn't feel the pain in his heart anymore. Anything if that meant he could live with the guilt that seemed to take residence in his soul with every second passing by.

He wished he was born in another time- a time where he hadn't meet her, a time where she didn't exist. Perhaps his life would have been better that way; he would have been able to be happy without her and move on, no matter what. Now it was as though the air was made of concrete and he couldn't go further. Suddenly it felt like his legs were made of rocks and he couldn't lift them and go forward. His heart was racing as he realized the full repercussions of his actions. He was horror-struck, and he knew nothing would be able to help him win her back.

The loneliness that took possession of his body and soul was almost tragic. It was the kind that hung over you, like a shadow over every thought, every action. He had been so used to attention, to unconditional love and affection- it has surrounded him since his earliest childhood. Now, after losing his whole world, not even the growing crowd of this city could warm his heart and dry his tears.

With only one smile, she was always able to calm him. Her soft lips were always soothing on his skin. Her long hair always mesmerising.

All of that was gone, crashing down before his own eyes. Was it his fault or fate's? Were they meant to be together? For him, it was always yes- without any doubt, and yet, look at what could happen in a moment. If only he had known….

Thunder rumbled, the sound breaking through the heavens as well as his heart. There was nothing here for him anymore. It was if a piece of his heart had died with her, leaving him lifeless. What a strange sensation it was.

He walked through the streets of London, not knowing where he was going. People were still passing him, either talking or laughing with friends in a way that made his heart break a little more. A flower fell in front of him, floating to the ground. In his pocket, the weight of his dead happiness was killing him.

A/N: So? What did you think of the prologue? *waits nervously* please leave me a review so I can know what I should improve :))

To finish, I'd like to thank hptriviachamp for betaing this for me; girl, you are of a great help and I can't wait to travel with you through the magic of words! You rock ;)

Until next time!

MlleEtincelle