By Northern Star
Genre: A total AU. You'll get what I mean ;).
Summary: I can't love you, but I do. I wanted to break you, now I don't. Now, I've done the un-thinkable - I've shattered you.
A/N: Okay, author's note in advance. People who are not planning to snap at me in totally useless ways may skip this part.
To everyone who has flamed me, and is planning to do so: Have you ever stopped to notice, that your little flame makes us, the 'mere' authors, laugh aloud? Sure, it makes us pissed off for all 3 good seconds, but then again, typing in the ID number to remove it, makes us laugh. Or me, at least.
So, a clear message: Don't bother. I've turned on anonymous reviews again, since I think people without an ff.net account should not be the victims. Flamers can go straight to the Central heating, so I can use them to warm my house up this winter.
A/N 2: Yes, Muhaha, I'm back, with another M/W. One I'll live to finish - Hopefully ;). But at least this one has a chapter planning ahead ;). And a solid plot! Have fun reading!
Northern Star2 (Wishes to be refferred to as Northern Star or Jessie)
[[PROLOGUE]]
Once I really believed
There was nothing out there for the lost and lonely
But a voice in my head kept banging on my heart
Says you're not the only one
Oh
But it kills me
-Kane – My best wasn't good enough-
Snowflakes mingled with water on the leaves, slowly making their way to the cold and lonely earth beneath them. They could resemble her They had no control over the situation, being led by other elements.
Her eyes averted from the window to the beaten couch, a puddle of dried blood standing out against the dusty grey colour. She tried not to think about whom it could belong to.
This used to be a safe haven, so long ago, but now all that was left of it was a broken home, a battle field of survival. How it had become that way, she couldn't exactly figure out.
As she glanced out of the window again, a small ray of sunshine struggled through the leafs, making a tiny white spot on the dark tiles of the porch. It seemed as if the storm was finally clearing up
The door to her left opened, and she looked up, her eyes tired, her throat sore/He came to stand next to her, also staring out of the window. After a few minutes, the storm had cleared up, and they shared a glance.
It was time to figure out what to do after the storm.