Hello Sweethearts, this i my first fanfiction. As first a like the say that i don't own anything, the amazing Stephenie Meyer does.

Jenifer Cullen is my beta for this story and she's absolutly amazing, if you ever need a beta you can send her a message, believe me you won't regret it!

Prologue.

Somewhere,

There is a woman in China holding a black umbrella so she won't taste the salt of the rain when the sky begins to weep.

There is a 17 year old girl who smells like pomegranates and has summer air tight around her scars like veins in a bloody garden, who won't make it past tomorrow.

There is a young man, who buys yellow flowers for the woman in apartment 84B, who learned braille when he realized she couldn't read his poetry about her white neck and mint eyes.

There are people watching films, making love for the first time, opening mail with the heading of "I miss you",

cooking noodles with organic spices and red sauces, buying lemon detergent, ignoring "Do not smoke!" signs, painting murals of his lips in abandoned warehouses, chewing the words "I love you" over and over again, Swallowing phone numbers and forgotten birthdays,

eating strawberry pies, drinking white wine off of each other's open mouths ignoring the telephone, reading this poem.

Somewhere,

Someone is thinking "I'm alone."

Somewhere,

Someone finally understands they never really where.

-Poems from my uncle's graves.

Somewhere,

Someone is reading this little story that I wrote,

Hello stranger who reads my words and thoughts,

Welcome.

-Sylvie

Chapter 1

Found you.

Bpov.

Cold.

The old wood in my house was cracking from the cold outside but not that I matters everything in the house is old but I couldn't care less at the moment, maybe that's why everything is a mess in my life, maybe I don't care enough?

My dad died a while ago, you see he was the chief in our town and he got shot when he was on parole one night. He shouldn't have been there but someone called in sick that night and my dad took his shift over.

My dad was shot when a 15 year kid freaked out because my dad caught him dealing drugs on a street corner, the kid just fired his gun like it was nothing.

They found the kid dead in an ally, he had shot himself through the head,he probably didn't know what he was doing. Why else would a 15 year old boy deal drugs, shoot a cop and kill himself?

It was two in the morning when a phone call waked me up, it was the hospital and they told me my dad was shot and if I could come to the hospital as fast as I could.

It took me exact 15 minutes to drive to the hospital in my old red pick-up truck but it was already too late. My dad was ripped from my life in just a second.

To say I've never been the same is an understatement.

Well I haven't been myself for a long time, I try but I can't forget what happened, even if I want to.

I don't see or speak my mom anymore, I don't even know where she is or with who, we lost contact when she left me with Phil in Phoenix.

So here I am, living in a small town trying to get trough they day. I try to work as much as I can, I'm a photographer for a food magazine, I know nothing fancy but at least I can stay home and work in my little studio.

I have barely left the house since I moved here, I did go to school when I first arrived but that quickly changed when something happened, I guess you could say that everyone thinks that I'm a freak.

With a sigh I stood up from the couch making my way to the kitchen for a cup of hot chocolate with a little snack. Just when I entered the kitchen the lights went of and like always I fell over my own feet.

"God damn it!" I curse when I try to find the light switch, my fingers slide over the wall and I switch the light on when I found it but nothing happened.

No light.

The electricity must have gone off.

"Not now please, not now." I whisper as I lean my head against the wall, normally it would be easy to turn the power generator on if it was in the house but mine is standing in my garden house, outside, in the cold, when it snows.

Looking at the clock I saw it was almost midnight and it was still snowing.

"Great just my luck". I curse as I stumble to the hallway trying to find my boots and a flashlight, and I put my coat on when I found it.

I walk to my back door and the ice cold wind hits me in the face like piercing knives when I open the door so I pull my coat a little tighter around my already freezing body.

It wasn't easy to walk the few meters to the garden house because the snow almost came to my knees making it hard to walk forward.

I reached the garden house and tried to pull the door open, but the snow was making it harder, after another pull it finally opened, I quickly shut the door when I was inside.

The cold was more tolerable but you could still see my breath.

Putting my flashlight on I went searching for the generator I didn't know where it was because my dad did this sort of this when he was still alive.

I tried to find the generator with the little light that came from the flashlight and of course it was standing in the back.

I made my way to the generator but my foot got caught behind something hard and I lost my balance making me fall to the ground. Luckily I could break my fall with my hands, causing the flashlight to roll away from me.

Shit what the fuck is wrong with me?

I turned my body so I was sitting on the cold floor and grabbed the flashlight on the ground, I pointed it at the thing that made me fall and I saw something that looked like a backpack but there was something on top of it.

Moving a little closer I saw a head with a mop of bronze hair on top of it, the head was attached on a torso, legs and a pair of feet.

Fuck.

This couldn't be happening right?

But shit it was!

There was a man lying in my garden house.

This was the first chapter and i hope you liked it.

You can Always leave a review to let me know what you think.

See you soon.

Sylvie xx