A/n: I am so very sorry. I just really felt like re-doing this chapter of the story because I accidentally deleted the first one... I know stupid huh? Any way here it is.

Rating: PG-13 but may change.

Genre: Suspense/Romance

Summary: just read...

It was in the middle of the November days where leaves fell leaving an earthy trace on the cool hard floor, where kids played endlessly in the piles of dead leaves, and where the fresh scent that whispered autumn beckoned to everything around it.

Angelina and Fred walked down the streets holding hands and planting kisses on one another's cheek. They talked endlessly on everything and nothing.

They whispered to each other reminiscing the times that their love triangle became a magnetic circle, bringing them closer and making their first kiss more than anything they had ever felt...love.

Fred held Angelina tightly around the waist "I love you," he whispered.

For this couple the word love couldn't really sum things up between the two, including the countless times that they made love.

It was more than just that, it was more than anything and everything...

Angelina softly pulled away from Fred "I love you more," she whispered kissing his lips. His lips felt yearning like air and water, a need.

She loved him because he understood her, and to him the same. Fred and Angelina stood there holding hands for what if felt like days. Nothing mattered to them when they were together.

Who knew that someday it would come crashing all down?...

Fred looked at his watch and moaned softly. Angelina squeezed him tightly, she knew he had to go to work and she hated that.

"I'll try to make it in by eight," Fred pressed his lips against hers, kissed her deeply and apperated to work.

Angelina walked down the street...he wasn't going to make it because just like every other promise it was broken. She choked back her tears. Angelina walked down the street looking down at her shoes giving in, she let her tears roll down he cheek and onto her black trench coat, when she was confronted by tall object knocking her cold to the autumn floor.

Everything was a blur to her, and everything seemed to be moving too fast. Slowly, her gaze focused on the bluest eyes she had ever saw.

"Are you okay M'lady? It was all my fault. I should have been looking to where I was going." He reached out a hand. Angelina eyes focused on his face. He had black hair with bright blue eyes. He had an English accent and dimples when he smiled down on her.

The man squatted down beside her, studying her. Her cheeks and nose were red from the wind nipping at it ever so slightly. Her hair was the deepest brown that curled into a million curls, never stopping, only stopping when you wanted the to.

Angelina's face glowed with the little sun that shown making her full lips look radiant against her smooth ebony skin. He resisted the urge to touch her hair when his eyes looked into hers. She was crying. Why would a beautiful girl be crying? He needed to know her name.

"Are you alright? Miss?"

Angelina snapped out of her trance and looked up at him.

"Angelina," she replied looking up to him, she placed her hand in his. She could tell she stared longer than she thought. Angelina couldn't help but notice how familiar he looked.

She couldn't place her finger on it, but it was something. Angelina looked away and helped him collect his groceries off the floor. He apologized to her again and they departed their separate ways. He stopped and watched her enter the shop.

"Angelina," he thought, "that name suited her just right" and walked down the street smiling.

But little did they Angelina know, that this was not the last they would see each other.

A/N: I hope you like the changes. Because I lost the other one..ughh.