It is you that I want.

Chapter 1:

"If I told you about the darkness inside of me 
Would you still look at me like I'm the sun?"

I came across him three years ago on the Blue Moon. I was roaming around my house, in desperate need of something that I wasn't sure of. Perhaps I just wanted to run away from my selfish and manipulative mother again. I didn't know where I was going but it felt so much better to stop watching her disappointed face stuck on me.

The weather was flawless, a major storm with loud and fearsome thunders brightening the dim sky. I felt like the weather resembled my mood but I didn't know it also resembled his mood.

At that very moment, we were both struggling to get our loaded minds off and start thinking about something new. A new beginning of our lives.
Glancing at that blue bright moon got me thinking.
How long am I going to run away? Or how much longer should I ignore her and pretend like I didn't hear her?

I began walking back in the rain, I was soaked from head to toe, goosebumps popping on every part of my body. I was simply freezing but it didn't seem to stop the rage inside of me that was gradually building up within my steps. I was crossing the street my eyes targeting my house. Out of nowhere, a headlight started approaching me at full speed.

I thought about a lot of things at that moment. I thought your whole life passing in front of your eyes was just something they only used in the movies but it wasn't. All of those thoughts seemed to stop when I realized that I was still alive. I opened my eyes and looked him in the eyes for the first time. He was in a panic, breathing like he just run a marathon. We stared at each other for a while before he got out of the car and was slowly damp by the rain.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

His brown eyes were restless and his face pale.
He looked like he could collapse on the ground at any minute and it made me want to ask the same question he had just asked. He waited for my answer as I was examining him. His face was showing two different expressions. One was the worry and the other was something else I couldn't read.

"Are you?" I asked.

The sound of rain falling onto the car window was the only thing that was heard. His face twisted as he slightly backed away. His eyes never left mine until the huge sound of thunder made both of us jump into reality.
After he realized that there was nothing wrong with me, he turned around and returned to his jeep.
He drove away and took my soul with him.
It's been three years since I've seen him.
Although I never stopped thinking. Despite the weather, I sat in the same place every day where he almost crashed into me so I could repeat the scene in my head. I kept lying to myself that I simply liked that place but deep inside I was hoping to see him again sitting in his green old and dirty jeep and driving in front of me.

I'm not sure what this feeling is but I have never felt it ever in my nineteenth year.
I get angry whenever I assume that he has probably forgotten about me. I had also thought about searching for him in the neighborhood and although It was very tempting I couldn't.
That day I drew his face just in case I would forget. Intense dark brown eyes and His shaggy dirty blonde hair. One night I dreamt about him. The dream seemed so real that I didn't want to wake up.

He made me stop thinking about my mother who was taking pleasure in bugging me. I was getting eager each year to meet him again but he was nowhere.

"Katharine, come down to the living room we have guests."

My mom yelled from downstairs as I finished another drawing of his. This time I added more colors and texture to it.

"Katharine?" she yelled again.

"I'm coming."

I put down the brush and got up from my chair. I looked back at the painting in satisfaction and smiled. I wish I could see him this close again.
I ran downstairs and to the living room and saw a woman around my mom's age sitting down at the table with my mother. The woman had a surprisingly young face despite her age. She had a dark blonde hair length of her neck which was covered by a scarf. She was dressed in elegant clothes, her face looking extremely calm and collected.

"This is my daughter, Katherine." my mom introduced me.

My mother seemed so proud of me as she spoke my name although yesterday my name was "Psyco bitch" to her.

"Nice to meet you, Katherine, I'm your new neighbor, Kate," she spoke as she grinned.

I gave her a half-smile as I headed into the kitchen to grab a drink while paying attention to their conversation.

"She is beautiful, I also have a son her age I hope they will become friends quickly."

"I'm sure they will." My mom added.

I pursed my lips when I saw that expression on her face. Expression of an innocent woman and a good mother. She was trying so hard to look like a Sane person that I almost believed it. My mother is a great actor, she can change up to ten personalities in a few seconds.

"Jane, do you live alone with your daughter?" Kate asked as She took a sip of her coffee.

Kate's expression dulled, she was already thinking of lies she had to tell. I was waiting curious about what story she would tell this time when suddenly a knock was heard on the door and my mother arose to open it. I grinned at her luck as I walked out of the kitchen.

"Oh, this is my son, Daniel," Kate spoke.

He stepped inside of the room, standing next to my mother who was closely examining him. His face is pale and his eyes are so dark that his pupils are hardly noticeable. He was wearing a large black and dark green strikes large shirt with regular black pants. Momentarily he glanced at me and I stared at his face waiting for his expression to be shown.
My eyes were full of tears as I froze in shock. He stood in front of me. After three years of waiting he came to my house with his own feet.

"Daniel, this is Kate and her daughter Katherine."

He reached out his arm and shook my mother's hand. Once he reached his arm to me everything froze. I couldn't move any parts of my body I just stared at his hand that I was about to touch. He looked me in the eyes for the second time with a smile that cured my soul. I somehow managed to extend my hand and I touched his skin for the first time.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Daniel."

His words kept repeating in my mind as my smile slowly dropped. He moved his hand away while mine was still in the same position. That is when I realized that he didn't remember me.