Okay, dudes. I know mostly what you see from me is Troypay. But you must know that I also have a sickeningly sweet side that is Troyella. And this story is kind of in-between. ;)
I want this to be a multi-chapter story. And I don't know if I'm going to actually finish this. I can't predict the future and I'm tired of trying to. I have gotten rid of so many great stories because I couldn't stand to think I wouldn't finish them. And that's just wrong. I'm not writing a professional novel. I'm just writing a fanfiction. And I'm just a 16-year-old girl. I have my whole life left to worry about completing stories. WHO'S WITH ME? xD
So I will work on this as much as I can and want to. :) I want this to be good, not rushed. And I want this to be fun, not perfect. Ya with me? Now, I know you're probably all wondering what happened to Impulse. Don't worry about that. The above speech goes to that story as well. :]
Anyway, this is the prolouge. I would like 3 reviews before I post the next chapter, just so I know you guys are interested. But I'm going to post the chapter when it's ready, regardless. Because I'm cool like that. :D I would just like to have 3 reviews, it's not mandatory. x)
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IMPORTANT! I totally forgot! Okay, I have a youtube now, and I posted a trailer for this story on there. The link will be on my profile. And so will the story soundtrack! :D
Without a Trace
Prolouge
Slowly, quietly, Gabriella lifted Troy's limp arm off her waist.
They had fallen asleep on the couch together. He was slumbering peacefully beside her, holding her protectively. But Gabriella's heart raced quicker by the second. She was so trapped here. She was suffocating.
She needed to get out.
With one swift movement, Gabriella swept herself off the couch. She tipped-toe through the archway and into the kitchen. Safely away from Troy, but close enough to keep an eye on him, she rested her elbows on the marble-top island. Perpetually consumed by her dizzying thoughts, Gabriella buried her face in her hand and breathed slowly.
She just couldn't stop these horrible feelings bubbling inside. They started two weeks ago. The emptiness. The uncomfortable atmosphere. It followed her like a rain cloud, hovering over her every move. The feelings were like the rolling hunger pains she got when she didn't eat all day. Except, no matter what method she used, she could not get rid of them. They were dragging her body down a deep dark hole.
And there was only one way out.
Realizing this, Gabriella glanced over at Troy snoozing on the sofa.
He was just so perfect. Someone had sent her an angel. A beautiful, miraculous angel she did nothing to deserve.
And now, she was about to break his heart.
