A/N: So, welcome! This storyline just popped out of my head today, and I had to write it down. Hopefully, you'll enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Prologue

I met the love of my life when I was twenty-two years old. It was in my senior year of college that I met the man I knew I would want to live the rest of my life with.

It was a beautiful, sunny day in New York. The sun was dazzling me, shining brightly, and I could feel the summer starting for real. It had been raining the past days, and I'd been in a bad mood. I hated the rain, and I thought back at the time when I lived in Forks, where the endless rain never stopped.

But when the clouds separated, making place for the sun, my mood was on top again and the rain was all but forgotten.

I was sauntering on campus with my arms tightly wrapped around my books. I had my next class in two hours, and I'd already done all my exams for the week, so I decided to sit in the grass and read.

I'd brought a blanket with me, packing it in my bag as soon as I heard it would be a sunny day. I often sat in the grass and read as soon as I had time and it didn't rain. It was one of the things I enjoyed doing on my own, not wanting my friends to interrupt. Usually, they let me be alone. But sometimes, Peter and Tyler, some guys in one of my classes, came up to me and tried to make conversation. When I didn't respond as enthusiastically as they wanted, they quickly left and didn't come back for a few days. Until they thought I'd changed my mind about them and tried again.

I was just a few pages into Wuthering Heights when the light from the sun was blocked and my book and face were in shadow. Someone was standing in front of me.

That's it. Don't they comprehend the meaning of 'I want to be alone'? How many times do I have to tell them?

I raised my gaze from the book, my anger quickly rising. I had to tell them that I wasn't interested, otherwise they'd never leave me alone!

"Alright, guys. I thought I'd made myself clear about this, but apparently you still haven't got it. I'm not -"

I stopped myself from saying more when I looked up and met a pair of sparkling green eyes - instead of Peter's blue or Tyler's brown eyes. As soon as I met his gaze, I forgot all about Peter and Tyler. I forgot everything.

His eyes were breathtaking, and full of life. I was positive I wasn't the first girl that had fallen for his eyes. It was just...impossible to look away.

When I composed myself enough to break eye contact, I noticed the rest of him.

It wasn't just the eyes that were breathtaking. It was everything. His brown - or was it red? - hair was in a mess, his white shirt had the first button undone - showing a bit of chest hair - and a full smirk was plastered on his face.

I am so dead, was the only thought I could come up with in my mind. He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen.

"You're not...?"

He gazed at me expectantly, raising his eyebrows.

I pulled back from my reverie long enough to respond. "Interested. I'm not interested. Or - I mean -"

What am I saying? I was interested in him!

"That's a shame. I guess I just have to try find another one then. Though I have to admit it will be hard to find a girl as beautiful as you..." And with that said, he turned around and started to walk away.

What? I can't just let him walk away!

I pushed the book from my lap and got up, trying to stop him. "Wait!"

I started to run in my desperation to stop him, and when I reached him I turned around so that I was face to face with him. "Wait, I didn't mean that. I am interested in you! Ugh, that sounded wrong." He looked in disbelief at me, trying to fight a smile.

I took a deep breath. "What I'm trying to say, is that I thought you were someone else. Some guys have been bugging me about going out with them, and I was going to tell them that I'm not interested. Which I've been telling them a lot lately." I muttered the last part to myself, not meaning anyone to hear it. But apparently the mystery guy caught it, because he chuckled a little before composing himself.

"Yeah, I know exactly how it feels," he said, winking. "So...?"

"So?" I asked, confused.

"Are you interested in me? Interested enough to go on a date with me?" he asked, his voice teasing, but his face telling me that he was genuine.

"I - uh..." I chuckled nervously. "I don't know. I mean, I don't even know your name," I said, trying to joke. He couldn't be serious, could he?

"Edward," he said.

"Edward," I repeated. I liked how it rolled off my tongue, but I doubted he was as old fashioned as his name was. In my mind, I was laughing at my little joke.

"So, will you go on a date with me?" He looked at the ground, shifting uncomfortably, before he looked up again. I realized I was making him nervous. So he must serious, then.

His eyes captured mine, and suddenly, it wasn't the sun that was dazzling me anymore. It was him.

As soon as I met his gaze, I knew my answer. I couldn't say no to those eyes.

"Yes."

Four months later, we were married.

Now, five years later, my marriage is falling apart.

A/N: What do you think? I would be really happy if you took the time to review and tell me your thoughts!

I want to warn you about this story, too. If you're looking for pure fluff, then this isn't your story. This will be heavy. I'm not saying it won't be any fluff at all, but this certainly won't be a fairytale. BUT, if you love some angst (even though it hurts sooo bad to read and not be able to do anything), then you're welcome to join us!

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Until next time...