Follow You
Hey guys!
So this is my very first fanfic... I have always enjoyed reading,I just never had the time and courage to write my own story.
I speak both English and Afrikaans languages so my spelling and grammar will differ from what many of you may be familiar with. I do apologize in advance.
SUMMARY
I am weak, he is strong. I am nothing, he is an everything. I am surviving, he is living. I am tolerated, he is appreciated. I am poor, he is rich. But the one thing that we have in common is that we are eachother's best kept secret. So what do we do? We deal.
ENJOY and please feel free to share your thoughts!
DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FAN FICTION BELONGS TO STEPHENIE MEYER, I am just borrowing them for a while.
Prologue
Breathe.
I tell myself to breathe every time I watch him wondering down the hallways. To others, he appears happy and content. To me, he just looks alone and lost in an vicious world.
Do you know the feeling when someone tells you something shocking, assuming that you have known it already, but you don't know? When all the pain, worry and realisation rush through your veins from your head to your heart? I feel that way when I see him.
Anxiety.
I feel anxiety.
This beautiful boy, he is my secret. We know each other too well, without being known to the world. Our connection is real, but a pretense to those around us. Our bond is so strong yet we are built on everything that is lies.
In passing, nobody knows that he is the boy who climbs through my window at night.
Or the boy who grows on edge when I haven't as much as given him a sign that I will forever adore him. Forever be his.
A sign? Yeah, we've got those insiders messages covered.
Because it is kinda-sorta-definitely who we are.
If he misses me, he will touch his left ear. If I want him to know that I am thinking about him, I'll tuck a strand of hair behind my right ear. We did not plan on these silent gestures that come with so much meaning, we just grew accustomed to it. Just like we didn't plan on becoming each other's secret. Now, now we just are what we are.
We have no other choice.
Or at least I don't.
My heart? My heart will never let him go.
Love does that.
Love is secret keeping and chance seeking.
So, you're probably wondering what all this babbling is about? Well, we're fucked up. I am. I am weak, he is strong. I am nobody, and he is everything. I am surviving, he is living. I am tolerated, he is appreciated. Edward and I are polar opposites. If we were bipolar, I'd be depression and he would be mania.
He is beautiful and he is forever. I am ordinary with an expiration date. But we are together. The heartbreaking truth is, our secret will never be accepted to the world. Life does that.
Because we live among those who judge-reject-disallow.
But what more can two souls in a population of more than seven billion people do?
It's simple.
Love.
Thank you for reading :-) Feel free to share your thoughts. The chapters will be longer as the story commences.
