Ok so before you start reading there a few things you should know:
Firstly, there may be a lot of similarities to Twilight; however some key points of the story are different! So pay attention!
Second, I have never had my heart broken (or my heart won for that matter) so I can only go off what I imagine it would be like to be suddenly alone.
Third, the beginning of the story is really dull, but I hope that it becomes more exciting by Chapter Two.
Fourth, I own nothing, except an overactive imagination.
Finally, I couldn't do anything without my Grand Vizier, Karry! She makes me look smart and talented with her stellar skills! (If you haven't read her story search the author karry4harry).
So I think that's it and I hope you enjoy the story.
Preface
People say that a picture paints a thousand words. I have always believed that, although a photograph might paint a thousand words, a drawing can portray much, much more.
Drawings tell more about the person who created it than what is conveyed in the picture. Drawings are like windows into an artist's inner soul. They tell of the artist's love, hopes and emotions. The artist willingly shares their life to the observer through the etchings and shadings of shapes on a delicate piece of paper. But what happens when the artist's life no longer exists? What happens when their love, their hopes, their emotions are simply gone? What happens when the delicate piece of paper that is their life is scrunched up, crumbled and torn to shreds? What place is left for them to work their art?
It is funny, sometimes, how your life can come full circle. Like, no matter what paths you take, no matter what decisions you make, you will always find yourself in exactly the same place. Sure, I might have learnt some things along the way, but none of those things could help me now. My fate had been sealed from the very beginning.
Fate.
Fate is unavoidable.
No one ever really knows their own fate until after they have fulfilled it. I had thought that my fate was intrinsically tied to another's.
I was wrong.
I had never been more wrong in my entire life.
So now all I can do is forget - forget everything that I know.
All I can do is forget the life I had held for a brief moment in my mind - forget his touch, his smell, his face, his voice.
…Forget the reason why your chest is hollow...
Forgetting would be so much simpler if the pain would stop tearing me to shreds and if one line on a piece of paper didn't have the power to shatter me… A line that is impossible to erase.