"You don't need water to feel like you're drowning, do you?" -Jodi Picoult

"Embry" I whispered, trying to force him to look me in the eye. "What has happened to you? Why won't you answer my calls? You've been gone for weeks, heck; your own mother doesn't know where you've been. Please, just talk to me. What's wrong?"

He had changed in the past two weeks. His once long hair had been cut short; now, it barely even reached his ears. His once slim body was one of an Adonis God, chiselled and so flawless that it looked like he should be on the cover of a men's health magazine. And high up on his right arm was a tattoo, one I had seen on a few other boys in the Res.

"Please, Phoebe, just drop it." Embry muttered, kicking the dirt- avoiding my eyes.

"Em" I grabbed his arm, instantly dropping my hold on him when I realised just how hot he was right now. "Are you sick? You're burning up."

"Phoebe, just leave. I don't want you here. Why can't you get that? No matter how many texts you send me, I'm not going to reply. Don't call me anymore. Don't text me, please." I looked at his face as he said those words, yearning to see something in his eyes that would give him away, looking for one damn emotion that would contradict what he had just said to me; all I could see was a stony, hard expression looking straight ahead of him.

"Embry, please don't leave me. It's us against the world, remember? You said that to me. Do you remember that?" I grabbed his hands in mine tightly, willing him to look at me.

"I lied." He went to walk away, but I was having none of that. "Let me go, Phoebe."

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't want me, that you want me to leave you alone, and I will. I will not text or call you, I won't come in to your mothers diner anymore. I will stay away from you, I won't come anywhere near you at school. I won't sit next to you in class; I won't dare look at you."

He shoved his hands out of mine, pushing me back as gently as he could muster.

"I don't want you-" He stopped mid sentence as his eyes finally met mine. And then his breathing hitched as his whole body went slack. So many emotions drifted through his eyes, so many all at once that I couldn't tell them apart. He stood directly in front of me, staring at me like he had just found the love of his life after so many years of searching. He looked at me as if he was a blind man only just seeing the woman he married... and then his face went blank as a look of panic replaced the one of love. "I have to go."

And then he was gone, not stopping, even as I called after him.

Hi guys,

This is my newest story. I decided that I need another project since I have so much free time on my hands. This story will be updated as frequently as I can.

I'm hoping you'll like the first chapter. It is only short because it's meant to be a prologue I guess.

It would mean a great deal to me if you reviewed and tell me your thoughts.

Thanks for reading,

Brooke.