Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot line. All rights go to Stephanie Myers.
Just in case you forgot we met right before my first year at college.
I can't remember for the life of me what my destination was. I can't remember what I was doing, or why I was on that side of town. Like a feather I was easily swayed in different directions. It was mid-June, the month of inevitable rain, my plan was to take a good long look at my life and change the bad into good. That's when you came along.
Squinting through the rain I saw your muscular outline. You're thumb pointed out toward the road I pulled off to the side and opened the door. Mom had always told me to never pick up hitch hikers, but you looked so lost, I wasn't able to just drive by you. I wasn't sure why but my heart gave a leap as you hurried into the passenger seat. Nervous? Impossible, you were a stranger.
Just in case you forgot, we became friends after that
You explained that you were from New York, and you moved to Seattle because your family moved here. You told me you were going to school to become a doctor and follow in the very big footsteps of your father. You told me you could go to any college in the world, and chose Seattle because it was closer. Family was something you valued.
I told you that I moved from Arizona to get away from over bearing parents. "They want me to be a lawyer or something big and fancy. I just want to be an English teacher. You had understood my take on things. After class I would pick you up and we'd drive to the park, sit on a bench, and talk for hours on end.
Just in case you forgot, three months after that we kissed.
We were sitting on that bench, that we'd sat on so many times before. We were talking about the bipolar weather. How it couldn't seem to make it's mind up. You looked at me with your emerald eyes in a way you never had before. Or maybe I just didn't notice it before.
As we were sitting there you put a finger to my lips to silence me before lightly pressing your lips against mine. Kissing you just felt right, it's something I'd wanted to do since we had our first insightful conversation. But I was never confident enough to go for it. I thought it was the best kiss in the world.
Just in case you forgot, after that we tried dating
You asked me out to dinner. This time you picked me up from my collage dorm, drove me to the restaurant. That first date was the date of tales, it was a date that should be told for all of time. You got us a reservation at the busiest place in all of Seattle, we got dirty looks as we got let right through. Your definition of dating and mine were two different things though. I thought dating meant I was seeing you, and no one else. You thought it meant that you were seeing me, but you were still allowed to see other girls.
Just in case you forgot, we had our first real right a month later.
We were fighting, because I found out you were seeing three other girls. I told you that you were an insufferable jerk and that I regret ever getting to know you. You told me I was acting like an over dramatic teenager. We yelled at each other for what felt like hours.
You called me names, and I called you names. Somewhere in the middle of the fight you got tired of it, you stopped while I was still going off. Instead of walking out like any sane person would do you took a step closer to me put your hands on my face and gave me a kiss. We'd kissed like that before, I'd be mad, and you would kiss all my worries away. You're lips were a talented thing.
Just in case you forgot, right after that fight I was instantly your girlfriend.
It wasn't the best way to achieve the title. During that fight I had no intentions of ever becoming your girlfriend. Your kiss caught me off guard, and when you asked me to go steady, I just about fainted like a school girl. Everything seemed so perfect.
Until now.
I'm doing what I have to do to keep you and everyone I love safe. Dying has never been something I gave to much thought about. I always figured I'd go peacefully in my sleep when I was old. I never imagined I'd walk fearlessly to my death.
Some people call it noble, what I'm doing. I call it stupid. I should have let you take care of it in whatever way you were going to. I walked into the familiar art studio looking around. I saw the man that I'd been having friendly conversations with for the past month or so. He gave a sickening smile. In that moment I looked my killer in the eye.
Just in case you forgot, I love you, and I' doing this for you.
A/N: What do you think? Good or bad Prologue?