AN: The hungergames are amazing but I own Nothing.
I never really believed in love at first sight, and I still don't.
Life is just too damn much of a bitch to make something so complex as love easy to find.
and you know what people all around say:'' it's not about the destination, it's about the journey.'' ,which is just another factor in my way of thinking.
But I have to say that the first time I saw him, really saw him, I definitely felt something, you could call it an attraction but that wouldn't fully describe it, he was my adversary after all.
If I really had to describe it, I would call it a rush of some sort, a challenge to not be effected by his looks and the arrogant aura he excluded that pulled me in like a moth to a flame, deadly but beautiful.
I knew I couldn't let him lure me in, my sister trusted me to come back to her after all.
And if I let my walls drop for just a mere second in his presence I knew I wouldn't fight as hard to get back to her as I should.
I couldn't let her in the incompetent hands of my estranged mother could I ?!
No that was unimaginable !
An: let me know what you think about this story, it just came to me twenty minutes ago .
If you review, I'll try to listen to what you have to say, not really sure where I'm going with this story.
I have a rough outline though.
So please like, review and or follow.
Greets Obsidian Dream
