AN: So this is kind of a hard story for me to write but I think I need to get it out to someone who can't see me. This is my real life story, no embellishments, no added drama. This is how it is, only changing names and a few elements such as place and physical description to fit the fic. Short introductory chapter but I hope it'll get longer. Twilight ain't mine.
She had so many dreams. What little girl doesn't? But so many crucial and horrific events occurred in the poor girl's past that he wasn't sure if she would ever truly love him.
They met on Thursday.
A chance encounter on an anonymous website had them reeling, two hearts so in sync that they seemed perfect for one another.
Their meeting the next day was his idea, he was hoping for romance... she only hoped he would not hurt her. She quickly learned, however, that he was a gentleman, and he discovered that from the first meeting he felt so strongly for the strange young woman with the long pink hair that even he could not explain. Her black clothes, worn to hide her from the world, only enhanced the pure white of her skin, her tiny hands sneaking ever further up her oversized sleeves; he thought her the sweetest angel he had ever met.
He was in love, but he had no idea who she was...what she had become, and who she may turn out to be.