Prologue

I always had a stupid school boy crush. She was everything a boy could fantasize about and everything a man would want. At first I just lusted after her. I mean c'mon, I was a teenage horn ball and she was amazing. Her body? Oh, my gods, she was perfection. Long and lean but curved in all the right places. She was beautiful and I ached to have her. But then I figured out who she really was and that was a game changer. She was fiercely protective of her loved ones and wildly passionate about everything she cared about. She was warm and loving but if you crossed her she had a wicked temper and a razor tongue. Her beauty made me crave her body but SHE made me crave her.

That's when I started noticing the little things that a normal horny teenager doesn't notice. Like that she had the most beautifully expressive brown eyes. They were deep and dark but they sparked with fire; like twin lakes that reflected the blazing lights of the night sky. And her hair, she wore her thick hair long, and always in big loose waves. I longed to run my fingers through it and I imagined it would feel like silk sliding through my fingers. Yep, I went from lusting after her body to falling in love with her. But I always knew there would never be anything between us. Oh, I imagined, and fantasized and I dreamed but I just knew, in my heart, that I was never destined to have her.

But that didn't stop me from trying to be near her. Every time an opportunity to visit the Clearwater house presented itself, I was there. I stared to take up running and I would jog by the house, hoping just to catch a glimpse. Anything to see her. When Sam disappeared, I was there. Just to see her. When Sam imprinted (although we just thought he was a cheating bastard) I practically moved in. Just to be near her. And when I phased and learned about imprinting from Sam, I asked the gods to give me what I longed for, what I craved. But they did not and I knew I was right. I was never destined to have her.

I wanted her but if she wasn't my imprint then there was no alternative. I could never love her and leave her. I could never do what Sam did. And so I settled into a life of meaningless, so-unattached-that-I-don't-even-know-your-name sex. All while I watched her from my self-imposed distance. I missed her like mad and when I wasn't off finding a piece of ass, I was curled up in the woods behind the Clearwater house, attempting to hide my thoughts from my brothers. I would lay there and listen to her breathing, hear her heartbeat and wonder if she missed me. Probably not, but I liked to think that she did. I liked to think that I held some importance in her life.


Author's Note: Poor Paul, he's got a serious case of unrequited love. I hope you all enjoyed this glimpse into Paul's world. I will be updating with the first chapter in the next few days, in the meantime review if you'd like and feel free to ask questions.

Disclaimer: I own my own original characters and storylines, but I do not own Twilight, or any of the characters within the Twilight series. I am just playing around with the Twilight universe and incorporating some of the elements that S. Meyer created into my stories.