Resisting the Pull

Chapter 1

Henry's PoV

'Love at first sight'. I always thought it sounded crazy, I never believed in it. To be fair, I never thought love was real, I always thought it was a made up emotion that people fantasized about to make themselves feel more secure in a relationship. At least it was like that until I met her. Brianna Jane Peligan, aka the most imperfect yet perfect girl that walked this earth. To say that I'm in love her would be an understatement, I think enthralled- obsessed even- would be the better way to describe it. But you want to know what the best part about that was? She felt the same and if that hadn't made me the luckiest man alive, I wasn't sure what would.

Eleven months we had been together, with one of the most cliché ways of meeting. Bri always took joy in telling the story as she loved seeing people's faces change as they hear the 'cute couple's' story and the embarrassment on mine.

*flashback*

Wondering down the street with my hands in my pockets earbuds in and looking at the ground was probably not one of my best ideas in life, but what can I say? I was having a pretty crappy day and all I could think of was going home, blasting my music loud enough to piss the neighbours off and raiding the fridge. "Holy crap! Watch where you're bloody going idiot! Not all of us have the time or money to waste on buying new shirts! And I've spilt my coffee- do you know how long it took me to queue for this?! And now you just ignore me?! Hey, buddy, look up here!" It was at this point in time that I noticed that I was on the ground and all the shouting and cursing was aimed at me. I slowly turned my head upwards to meet the angry eyes of the most beautiful girl I'd ever laid my eyes on, even with the evident anger displayed on her face, I still managed to just sit there and gape, my apology stuck in my throat. With a sigh, she stuck her hand out, face softening slightly, "here" she said, her voice a bit exasperated.

"Thank you... and err sorry about that" I mumbled while gesturing to the coffee stain and avoiding eye contact.

"It's fine... sorry I um blew up at you..."

"Let me buy you a new drink?" I asked with new found confidence, she hesitated before slowly nodding. A grin stretched across my face,

"Lead the way." She said and so I did, leading us to the nearest coffee bar.

*end of flashback*

Needless to say, that was the start of a magical relationship. We were, what some people might refer to as "real life relationship goals". So in simpler terms- we were perfect. It's at this point that I ask if you have noticed that nearly all of that was in past tense, I hope you did as that is a key point in this story of mine. Now I know this has probably opened up a fair few questions for you all, so please, let me explain.
I have never really been a man that was good with remembering dates, or, well, things in general really, everything just seemed to be able to slip my mind. Sometimes I wonder if I had tried a bit harder to remember- set an alarm on my phone or wrote it in the calendar- if the argument that led to my dear loves demise could have been avoided. Of course I don't blame myself, I blame lots of others for Brianna's death;

The driver who was too busy texting to see Bri cross the road,

The doctors for not being able to get her into a stable state,

Her parents for teaching her that anniversaries are not something that should be forgotten easily,

My work for distracting me from my personal life, causing me to forget about our anniversary and so many more.

As you can tell, I can't really be the one at fault here. But that doesn't mean that I don't regret shouting back at her, rather than just admitting my mistake, it was stupid I know, I should have just taken it like a man, rather than a child who can never tell you they're wrong. I do wish I had stopped her from walking out that door, and asked her to talk it out. If I had done that then she would have never went out for a walk, the car wouldn't have hit her and she would be in my arms right now.

But it doesn't matter. What's done is done, I can't change the fact that she died that day. Now, before you all start jumping at my throat saying that I'm an 'asshole', or that I 'never deserved her love', or maybe even the odd you should 'care more'. Because I do care, I care a hell of a lot more than you think.

And that is why I'm going to bring her back.

�������-}U��A/N: So this is my first ever chapter of my first ever book! I hope this wasn't too awful and that you're all interested in reading more! 

Sorry it's so short but let me know what you think

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