A/N: Here's the prologue of the story, hopefully it's good enough. If it confuses you, sorry. The italics are there to separate the people (did that make sense? probably not). [I don't know what I feel about this; meh. And please read and review, telling me what you think of it? However, no flames.
Disclaimer: This will be the only disclaimer from here on out. I don't own anything except the obvious :)
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P R O L O G U E
He glanced down his surroundings before heading up to the fairly lit house, he didn't want to draw attention. He debated whether to go up to the front door or not, choosing the latter he stayed firm at the end of the driveway. He watched her, in silence through the large glass window, walk around in an angelic manner. She looked no different from the last time he had seen her, which was six years ago; save for the glimmer in her eyes and the color on her skin.
He let out a defeated breath, on that he didn't know he was holding, when another person came into view. Said person wrapped his arm around her so lovingly, if it were another person watching; they'd probably puke their insides out. The wind picked up, not phasing him one bit. He had grown accustom to the feeling, he had many years to do so. The cold feeling was mirrored his every existence. He moved across the lawn and behind a tree, when he noticed that she was looking out into the night.
"Hey," he heard the other man say into her ear. She smirked and spun around, letting her hand wrap itself around his neck. He, in return, let his settle on her waist; bringing her in closely. The on-looker closed his dark eyes, leaving the couple to their privacy before he opened them again. The couple were just parting and were heading up the stairs, switching the living room light off on the way. He hurried off to the side of the house where he, in two seconds flat, climbed up to the tallest branch. It gave him perfect view of a room.
He watched intently as the couple journeyed their way into said room, smiles on their faces. Over the years, he still hasn't come to terms with the feelings that were washed over him time after time. The corner of his lips twitched up words, just a tiny bit, when she reached into a baby cot. The smile on her face grow so wide it was indescribable. That very smile had the ability to light up a room, prompting him to adjust the dark glasses on his face.
She rocked the child in her arms, slowly, singing the child a lullaby while her husband looked on with pure happiness. Her husband joined the two, shortly after, wrapping his strong arms around her small frame. His eyes held so much admiration and love for them. The look in her eyes clearly screamed that she was happy and that she had gone down the right path. No regrets, none whatsoever. This, in truth, hurt him a little. But it was too late for words.
"I love you," he heard her say so quietly that it seemed like she had never said it at all. Her husband blushed idiotically, never getting tired of hearing those three special words. He clamped his hands over his ears as her husband said those words back, not wanting to 'invade' their private moment. He watched the couple continue to adore their child while he sat back against the tree, getting comfortable.
Crossing his arms, he thought back to when all of it happened. They were never supposed to have met. He never would have thought that one tiny mistake would land them to their current situation.