Prologue

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by xmissdorie

by xmissdorie

PROLOGUE

I open my eyes, and there is a man's back right in front of me. I am a bit startled, as I have no idea where I am, but it's really dark in here, really dark. All I see is that man, he seems to be glowing, when I suddenly realise perfection is right infront of me. Even from behind, I could tell he was special. My gaze is fized to him but it's so weird, because the more I stare at him, the more it makes me feel sad and his back, his broad back makes me feel so lonely. My chest starts hurting and tears start dropping from my eyes as I quickly lift my arms to hold them in and make sure he did not see that.

'Ex- excuse me?' I ask hesitantly. To be honest, I am really eager to see his face because he is giving me all these weird feelings. Okay fine, I just want to see if he was hot or not. He actually listens to me, and slowly turns around. I look at him closely as he turns around, and as guessed, he really does look perfect, at least to me. I slowly see half of his face but as his face is revealing, tears just keeping streaming down my face, and I can't even stop them, I am so clueless why this is happening to me. I close my eyes for a second, to try and keep the tears in, I mean, how awkward is it when you first meet a person and she just starts crying?

'Anne.'

I quickly open my eyes to see what's happening, his face is so close to mine, I can feel him breathing. My blood starts rushing up to my face, I was really blushing, because we are so close. I lift my head up and as soon as my eyes meets his, my body collapses and I just can't hold it in anymore, my tears bursts out and I yell at him out of nowhere.

'Ash! Where were you all this time?'

Honestly, I don't even know why and what I just said, words just flew out of my mouth. I am so embarrased right now, why am I yelling at this stranger and who the hell is Ash? Why did I even say that word? Our eyes are still together, and suddenly I see tears rolling down that beautiful face of his, he really is perfect, especially those purple eyes of his. Purple? Wait, why does he have purple eyes-

'I'm really sorry Anne, forget about me.'

Our lips touch. My heart stops beating, and I stop breathing.