PROLOGUE

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PROLOGUE

Elena was sitting down, picking at her chipped fingernails; her nervousness taking over her slowly. Her leg bounced up and down, each leg taking turns doing so, after the other aches and needs a break. She glanced down at her hands, fidgeting with her summer dress that she had worn today, especially for this occasion only.

For their one year anniversary. One year didn't seem that much to some people, but it meant a lot to her; considering, that this was her first boyfriend and also the first person that cared for her and loved her. He was also the first boy she had ever loved.

She kept on asking herself if this was enough, if this was pretty enough for him. When she had looked in the mirror at her own reflection hours ago, she thought that the white summer dress that cut just above her knee, lace at the back and at the top and hem of her dress, complimented her skin very well.

She had thought that he would for sure have to take a step back once his eyes landed on her because he was so amazed by how beautiful she looked. But now that he would be arriving at any minute or second even, she wasn't so sure.

A knock on her door released her from her nervous and slightly worried state, but it soon came back, because it was him who was standing in front of her now.

And the look on his face was the same exact look she had feared would come up. A look of regret, mostly anger though.

Something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong, and if someone had told her that she was paranoid for just assuming things, she could back it up with the fact that her favorite flower, the chrysanthemum flower, was crushed in his hands.

Her eyebrows came together in confusion. "What's wrong?" she asked quietly, scared to death of his answer.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking amused and broken at the same time. A really weird combination that only left her more confused. "What's wrong," he repeated more again, but this time, more of a statement.

He laughed bitterly, throwing the crumpled chrysanthemum flower in her face. "Don't play games with me! You know exactly what you did!" He screeched, and she flinched at the angry tone in his voice.

"Just tell me what's wrong," she pleaded. She reached forward to touch his arm, but he moved away. "We can work this out. Together."

"Fuck you," he spit in her face.

She stumbled back, hurt by his words. Why was he acting like this? Why was he acting so harsh and saying such mean words towards her? He knew that it hurt. He knew her.

And still, he acted like this. On their anniversary.

She cried out his name, trying to get him to calm down, but she was only to get rejected by him.

"You're a deceiving bitch. You're such a slut. I helped you when no one gave a single shit about you, and what did you do? You betrayed me like the whore you are. I wish I had never met you. My life would have much better without you. You could die for all I care," he spit, venom filling his every word.

She couldn't hold back the tears. The sweet guy she once saw before was no longer there. She didn't know who he was, because the person she loved would never hurt her like this. He would've been the one to protect her from this, not be the one to cause it.

"What are you saying?"

"We're done," he said with a monotone voice, and the whole world seemed to stop.

He had just spoken the words she had dreaded all this time. All of her nightmares were coming true. With that last sentence that tore her heart apart, he left without another world.

That was the day she didn't believe in love anymore. That was the day she stopped being herself. That was the day Jack Gilinsky stole her heart right out of her heart, let it fall, and stomped all over it.

That was the day Elena Winston was never whole again, and the only thing that filled her was flashbacks.

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SO THIS IS THE START OF MY SECOND JACK GILINSKY FANFIC

ONLY THIS CHAPTER WILL BE IN THIRD PERSON POV



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