Prologue

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 I have been in love with Lake Hardy Pittman since sixth grade. I remember the exact moment I fell in love with him. I was riding to school with my older cousin, Ace, that morning and we had to pick him up. He refused to drive back then. I still don't know why he refused, to most teens driving is freedom, and that is all every teen wants.

 Not him, he eventually was forced to drive, but he held on as long as he could and that's what counts. The second he climbed into the car my head started to spin, and my hands got sweaty, like all young girls do when they see a cute older boy. He was in tenth grade that year, but to me he seemed so much older. He didn't realize I was in the back seat for a minute until my cousin started trying to embarrass me. 

He turned around and looked me straight in the eyes, his were hazel at that moment, he stuck his hand out and said, "Hey I'm Lake." 

My hands were cold and sweaty so I wiped them off on my school skirt first and shook his hand and whispered,  "I'm Sophia." 

Lake looked at me for what felt like years, it felt like he could see right through me, or who I wanted people to see me as. He saw me, really saw me, but I realized he didn't when he turned around and did not speak to me until eighth grade. 

I harbored that interaction in my heart, no one even knew that I knew who he was, and I liked it that way. Even though I wanted to know him more than anyone I had ever met. That moment stayed tucked away in my mind, like a piece of him was safely tucked in my heart. The only piece I had, the only piece that had not been shattered by time.

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