Chapter 1
I was alone in my room, brushing my hair, when I suddenly heard it. I live in a big house that can be confused with a castle. My room has a big window with a beautiful view, a lake. No normal lake: the water is clear, almost as the oceans. I lived in my own world. But since that day, my world wasn't mine anymore.
I put the brush on top of the table with all my hair accessories. I hurried to my window, almost tripping on my dress, to see what it was. The sound was normal but not something you hear any day. Like the water moved. Not by the wind but by someone. I felt nervous.
When I looked from my window, I saw the most gorgeous thing-- I mean human—in the lake. But, could it be? It didn't look human; it was too beautiful. I stared at it. I just couldn't look away. When I actually had the energy to think, I noticed the temperature. It was cold. How could he be swimming in the cold? I went to the hanger, next to the door, and took my coat. I decided to go outside.
When I got outside, he wasn't there. I felt my heart sink but at the same time I felt better. I didn't need to find out. I should go back to my room now. I heard it again. I turned fast, almost tripping, and saw him. You could only see him from his shoulder up. He had blond, curly hair and the most perfect face. I felt scared. He was a God, I wasn't. So I left.
While I was on my bed at night, I only thought of him. I felt like he saw me that morning but pretended not to think that way. I felt coward for leaving instead of getting closer to him. But I did feel like I did a good thing. I don't want to see him again. I don't want to know anything about him. I will stay in my room and not get out of it ever again. But deep down, I knew I was lying to myself. That other part of me wanted to find him again. I didn't know my feelings anymore.
Three weeks later, I saw him again. I was seating in my bed, drawing, when I heard the sound again. I jumped up and looked out of the window. I knew he was coming back. I grinned and leaned forward. But then, I went back to my room with a frown. Why was I so happy? I really didn't know. I sat back at my bed, took a new page, and started drawing. I kept looking at him every few seconds to see his face. I knew what I was drawing but I didn't want to accept it. It was him in the lake, his hair dripping over his face.
Out of nowhere I felt a pull. I felt it. As if we were meant to be with each other. I wasn't crazy. I could tell stuff very easily as if I knew the future. That's why I always was in my room. I tried to put that feeling away but I didn't work. I put my coat on and my shoes and ran outside. I stopped a second when I saw him but kept going. He looked up.
My heart stopped. I stopped breathing too. He got out slowly from the lake, going to the side. While he did that, I felt frustrated. Why couldn't I hold myself and stay in my room? I knew I was strong enough. But I wasn't now. With all those feelings I sank to my knees and looked at the grass. Then, suddenly, I felt something really cold, like stone, touch my chin. It was his finger. Then he raised my chin to look at him. I felt tears in my eyes but stopped them. I wasn't sure if it was my frustration or the view of this beautiful face staring at me.
I suddenly felt better. Like if a wave of tranquility felt over me. I found myself feel better and smiled. His lips turned into a gorgeous smile. I actually laughed quietly. It felt as if I've been lost for I long time and he just found me. He put his hands on my elbows and got me up. He brushed his finger on my chin while the other hand was on the small of my back. And then I heard his voice for the first time.
"Finally. You come at last."