After All This Time
A/N: Hi. This is a fanfiction I wrote quite a while back now, but thought I'd share it on here with you nonetheless. It was originally posted on the WLR forums under the name of 'I Miss You/Slipped Away' (yep, the Avril Lavigne song) and has been edited ever so slightly since. I hope you like it so far. This prologue is very, very short and I apologise for that. It's just so you can get a feel of what I am writing before it really starts. The next chapter shall be posted over the next few days. Remember to drop a comment in the 'review' box below no matter what it is you are wanting to put. It is wonderful to know what people think of what I write. Enjoy!
Prologue
The light from the moon danced blissfully along the bedroom walls as two sleeping figures stirred slightly in their slumber. The distance between them was inevitable - the honeymoon period was well and truly over. If they would've known how deceiving marriage was from day one, they probably wouldn't have gone through with it in the first place. At the beginning, it was fun - just the two of them against the rest of the world. They were too wrapped up in each other to care about anyone else's feelings, their own included.
Love is blinding. You may think you feel it but you don't. It's deceiving and unpredictable. You can't choose who you fall in love with. Life would be so much simpler if you could - but you can't, and once you've experienced true love there's no going back. No one else's love can ever compare to theirs and yet you try and let it do so anyway. Sometimes things that are left unsaid need to be spoken, minds need to be put at rest before the next chapter of a person's life can begin. It seemed that one of the figures already knew this.
The peace the room had found itself engulfed in was immediately broken as one of the figures shot up-right in bed. She'd had yet another bad dream but Rachel's nightmare was not over yet, not by a long shot. Looking over to her alarm clock on the bedside table opposite, Rachel groaned aloud with frustration. It had just gone past four in the morning and there was no way she'd be able to get back to sleep now. Sinking back down into the duvet, Rachel closed her eyes and let the memories of this day replay over in the back of her mind.
Three years ago today she had lost everything. She had lost him. Of all the things in the world, she lost the most important person to ever enter her life. Happier memories from previous times together overpowered the bad ones, however. That was something she found she couldn't deny. Slowly, Rachel slipped out of the bed and ran downstairs to find something. She returned a few moments later clutching a pen and some sheets of paper. Perching herself on the end of the bed, Rachel began to write a letter she knew should've wrote a long, long time ago.
Dear Eddie...