Did you know it when I fell?

It was a Friday afternoon, and the first week of school. We were both freshmen with baby faces and our innocence.

Despite the school being so small, I never saw you before. Because if I did, I would have stopped and stared like I did that first time.

We met at our lockers, yours right next to mine.

At the time I called it fate, but now, I see it as the beginning of a tragedy worse than the Greeks.

We both received our assigned lockers and I just opened mine when I looked over and saw you struggling. Your eyebrows were knitted in frustration as you twisted the lock back and forth with no success.

Maybe it was the way your face scrunched up when you were focused, or the way you bit your bottom lip unknowingly, as if it was a bad habit you were unaware of. Or maybe it was just fate, at least that's what I thought at the time, that attracted me to you.

I remember looking at you and thinking, "This is it. This is the person I'm going to love."

And then you looked at me with your bright green eyes and furrowed brows, and I knew with absolute certainty that I was to love you. It was like an omen that I religiously believed in.

But I made myself composed. I closed my locker, put on my prettiest smile, the one that doesn't show off too much teeth but wide enough that my dimples are on display. And I asked you if you needed help.

Well the exact words were, "I can help you if you need it."

After years of dissecting our every word shared, I came to the conclusion that it sounded too condescending. Like I was the world master of locker opening. Or maybe I just over-thought it for too long.

You gave me this shy smile, that I soon discovered is your only type of smile, and nodded.

"Ya, it won't open," you said in a clear voice, like water smoothly going down a stream, or the feeling of silk on bare skin.

You stepped to the side, as I attempted to open your locker. I remember taking a second longer than I needed to so I could breathe in your scent. It was as perfect as the rest of you.

And as I finished the code, I pulled on the lock smuggly, feeling proud that I got to do this for you. But it wouldn't budge, not even after I tried the code two more times.

I was frustrated because my perfect scene where we first met was ruined. I wasn't the hero. There was no cute thank you moment.

All you told me was, "At least you tried."

To say I was disappointed is a gross understatement, but I made sure not to show it. I just gave you a smile and told you it was a pleasure. Before you could turn to leave, I asked you for your name.

Everyone should know the name of their soulmate.

You looked at me, your eyes making direct eye contact with mine, something that we always seemed to do for as long as I have known you. And again, you gave me that shy smile. The one that was barely wide enough to crinkle your eyes and expose your dimples.

"It's Edward," you said, your voice gliding over each syllable. "And yours?"

"Isabella but you can call me Bella," I responded, a bit too eagerly. He should know his soulmate's name too.

"Well, thank you for your help Bella." I wanted to sigh as he caressed my name, making it sound delicate and beautiful.

"Anytime Edward."

My eyes followed your retreating figure as you walked down the empty hallway, leaving echoes behind you.

I watched you until you disappeared behind a door, and even after that, I stared for a few seconds longer.

And that's how I fell.

And I fell hard.

XXX

Tell me what you think. I'm not really sure about this, and if no one comments, I might not continue.

Bella xoxo