The Line Between You And I

Prologue

The things I'd do to be with you...

The main character in our story, Elizabeth Thompson is a descendant of a line of pure English monarchs and has never known anything different than royalty. At the end of the day, why would she of needed to? She has a home as big as your street, her trust fund could set you up for life, so yet again why would she need to know anything different? Elizabeth also has a "loving" household which is divided into three ways. Her father, Matthew Thompson, the man she'd one day hope to be as successful as. Her mother, Verity Thompson, was the mother she'd hoped to be as kind as one day. Finally, her sister Victoria Thompson, now don't get me wrong, Victoria is a beautiful and sweet person yet when people look down it's Elizabeth's eyes they meet. Victoria never did anything bad to shame her family, she never stood out of line. In fact, the only thing Victoria knew how to do was fit in. That meant no speaking out or having her own opinion for that matter. It was alright though, that never bothered Victoria, it also helped Elizabeth gain the respect she desired. She was the type of girl who stood out for all the right reasons. She always did right by helping others. Then again, her parents weren't too bothered either, it gave them great publicity and the family seemed, well "grateful for the world around them". Although, you and I both know that's just a scheme.

On the other side of England, Max Bianchi lives in a small house, accompanied by his only living relative, Emilia Bianchi, his mother. Max didn't even have a trust fund for that matter, he spent every day fighting and working to make himself a living. He worked on farms all day, making sure he provided sufficient amounts of food and water for the two of them. Every evening, he would have to fight to protect what he and his mother had worked so preciously to get. It hadn't always just been those two, once upon a time there was also a father figure in the picture. Emilia and Max adored him and they were once a happy family, but in this world, we can't let the "others" be happy. They don't deserve it after all. So, 5 years ago we all had to let Lewis finally rest, they were sad to see him part but they know that his soul was too good to be left on this earth for much longer. He is now where he deserves to be, with his own kind, the angels. Max would kill to even be a percentage of what his father was. Lewis did not die in vain, no he died in dignity for his family and friends, fighting until his very last breath, and Max was prepared to do that too one day.

Elizabeth, had a beautiful sole once you searched deep down, but because of the way she was brought up, you didn't often see that side to her. Elizabeth saw the world for what it truly was and this way it stopped her from being deceived. She never truly knew the world right around the corner though, only what her parents told her and manipulated her to know. Elizabeth was also a beautiful woman she had magnificently think almost coal-like coloured hair that made it's way past her shoulders, the colour matched her father's to the point. Her eyes were a clouded blue like the sky above, these were in sync with her mother's which were a deeper shade. She had freckles on her petite nose and scattered amongst other parts of her face.

Victoria, on the receiving end, was like her mother's twin. She had snowy hair that was straighter than a line and reached down past her shoulders. Her eyes were the exact replica of her mother's the only difference was her colour was more of an icy blue rather than a sky or ocean blue. Her face had no freckles just a blank canvas sitting upon a skinny figure.

Lorenzo, still placed on the other side of England, did not even have a fraction of paleness upon his exposed face. He had chocolate-coloured hair but because of all of the days he spent in the sun the ends were bleached a sandy shade. His eyes were a mousy-like colour and were hard to differentiate between his eye and iris. He stood tall, now practically towering over his mother, he still had a heart like hers, but at the same time, they looked like total opposites. She was a small timid woman, whereas he was a much larger and talkative man. The one thing they did share in common, was their lack of trust for the substantial world around them.

This ladies and gentlemen, is where our story begins...