When I was twenty years old, I was mauled by a bear. And I would have died but...
There was this girl, right?
She saved me.
Rosalie.
So, I thought she was an angel. She certainly looked like one, supernatural and breathtakingly beautiful. And I fell in love with her straight away. Always been impulsive, it's a weakness of mine.
Usually, when I fell in love with girls they would fall in love with me back. Maybe in my past life we just didn't know a lot about love. Maybe we just called everything love. I don't know. My memories of that time are foggy.
I wasn't sure if Rosalie loved me back or not. Sometimes it seemed like she did, but most of the time she was... distant.
Cold.
My new family -the people – vampires - Rosalie had taken me to live with- sympathised but said I'd have to give it time. Rosalie had had a hard life and she was traumatised in some ways. I wished that I could help her with whatever it was that was upsetting her, that I could fight whoever it was who had upset her, but she just wouldn't let me in.
And it went on like that. We were together but not together. Apart but not apart. At school everyone thought we were a couple in the same way as Alice and Jasper but we weren't, not really.
I didn't know if I still loved her.
I knew beyond a doubt she didn't love me.
But we were at stalemate. There was no way out.
