An: I do not own any of the main characters. That almost imponderable joy belongs to a J.K Rowling. I don't know maybe you've heard of her.
I am very new at this. I would appreciate if any mistakes I make would pointed out politely.
The POV. will be Rose unless stated otherwise
As the man started towards me, I wondered if this was what my life led up to. I didn't know then that this interaction would change my view of the world, and my life as I know it. My family, my friends, my boss, my coworkers, they would never view me in the same light again. From this on moment would be the turning point of my life.
With a sudden move he embraced me, almost gingerly, I pulled him closer towards me and he broke. He rested his face on to the top of my head and started weeping, "She died last night. He killed her. I don't know how, and I don't know why. I just know he killed her. You have to help me, Rosie." I didn't know the facts about it; who she is, who he is, or even what he was taking about. All I knew was that my arch-nemesis from school was asking for help and I for some unfathomable reason uttered, "Yes, I'll help."