"You may kiss the bride," I sighed as I looked away, my sister was getting married with my ex. Why? Because silly me thought it was a good idea to introduce them to each other! "OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH, BEKAH! WE WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN HERE NOW IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU, YOU'RE SO CUPID!" She yelled and hugged me, I give a small smile. Yeah, they call me cupid. Why? Because I'm responsible for almost all of my friend's and families' relationship/marriage, yet I can't seem to find one for my own. "I'm so going to set-" "No!" I exclaimed, "No more setting me up, Jezebel! It'll come when the time's right," I told her, tucking a stray blonde lock of hair. Jez rolled her blue eyes as I did, her set ups never end well for me.

"Okay, got it. But really, thank you though," she smiled and I rolled my grey eyes, "Yeah, whatever," I shrugged as I made my way out of the backyard, we were rich since dad was a lawyer, mom was a scientist, brothers business men and I'm an actor. I wondered around and sighed as I find myself at the park, I sat down on the bench with my dress clinging tightly onto my skin and my heels sunk in the ground.

I don't know how long I sat there until it started to rain. I wonder what its like to love and be loved? What its like to have a long lasting relations- "Why the long face?" An Australian accent brought me back to earth, I looked up to see the one and only Nathaniel Buzolic. Huh, "Um, long story," I mumbled, he smiled in comfort and my heart unusually warmed at it. I furrowed my brows as he sat down next to me, rain was pouring but he wasn't as drenched as I was. "I have time, I'm Nate," he pressed and I sighed, "I'm Bekah,"

I started telling him about my sister and all that, how I introduced them, how he cheated, how he broke it off with a slap and how they got married at valentines, which was today. Nate stayed quiet during the whole thing and I was shivering as I finished the story, "I bet you must think I'm a freak and a fucking weakling," I said shakily as I tried to hide my shivers and chattering teeth, "First, you must be cold," he draped his coat over my shoulders and shut my eyes closed as warmth spread over me, his scent invaded my system as I clutched the coat tightly. "And no, you're not a freak nor a weakling. I think you're one of the strongest person I've ever met, you're beautiful, witty, brave and what you need is a hug," he wiggled his brows as he spread his arms suggestively, I rolled my eyes after a few minutes of staring and opened my arms too. He frowned and grabbed my hand, shit, he noticed the scars! "Why?" He asked simply and I gritted my teeth, why does he want to know? "Why does it matter to you?" I snapped and yanked my arm back.

Tears fell down my cheek as I cover my face with my hands, how embarrassing! "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you upset," he whispered and I felt his strong arms around me, his warmth was comforting and I felt sparks where our skin touched. I looked up at him and my breath hitched, he was beautiful. "Don't get mad," he whispered. My face convert to confusion, "Wh-" he interrupted me with a kiss and I tensed up, this feels. . . Different. Like I'm flying through a bunch of clouds somewhere, it feels good. We pulled back to catch our breath as we stared into each other's eyes, "Be my valentine?" He breathed, I nodded my head, still dazed at the tingling sensation it left on my lips. He crashed his lips once more as I wrapped my arms around his neck, "I think I'm falling, and falling hard," he breathed, I shook my head. Not now, "We'll cross that bridge when we get there," I mumbled, I wasn't ready. "Happy valentines day, Bekah," he smiled and I can't help to smile back.

This is the start of a new beggining, the start of a new love.