After Midnight

PROLOGUE

Love may seem like a simple word with only four letters. Well, it can mean other words with four letters. True. Hurt. Fear. Real. Hard. Huge. Love is hard. Always challenging. True Love. Sometimes you may also end up with the most unexpected person—even someone you hate.

"True love has a beginning but never an ending"

"Hey! Don't touch," I shout at him, smacking his hand. Taking the glass ball with a blue golden butterfly out of his hands. It's a gift from him I got for my birthday two months ago. He just broke one of my decoration vases in my room.

"Ow," He says, wincing.

"Sorry sorry," I rub his hands. I look up at him smiling and awed. I notice that he is just acting.

"Ow! It hurts! Continue." He wines when I stop, there he starts again. I laugh at him pouting his lips like a baby and shaking.

"You can rub them with your own hands," I say, fake concentrating on my bookshelf.

"No! You have to rub them."

"And why should I do that?"

"Then what girl do I ask?" He smirks at me.

"You're very bad at flirting."

"Ah, shut up." He hugs me from behind. I turn around to him. "Come on my hands are hurting from your smack. You have to stop hurting me!" He says, squeezing his eyes. I laugh at him and turn and rub his hands. They are warm. I can feel him smiling while I am focusing on rubbing his hands.

"My birthday is coming up." He says.

"Hmm." I hum, in response.

"I have a surprise for you." I look at him.

"I'm the one who needs to plan a surprise for you," I say, he smiles at me.

"It's not a crime to give the love of your life a surprise on you're own birthday right?"

"You're making me cringe with your words. Stop doing that."

"You're mean," He wines.

"And also you're birthday is in July! There is," I count my fingers to see how long it takes for July to come. "There are three more months for that!"

"Let me plan my birthday a bit early okay? He says pouting. I laugh.

"Fine, I guess. Well, I better be invited, and Parisa, Uriah, and-" I feel a finger on my mouth.

"Of course, you'll be with me. What's something without you?"

"Mhm hmm," I say.

Then a flash of black. I start breathing heavily. Then I see my room. Dark and messy. It's a dream. I feel the sweat-drenched on my back and shirt. Tears escape my eyes.

Welcome to my life.