When You Read This

Chapter One

I had never, ever met someone like Imogen Lancaster. Nor would I ever again.

People like Imogen came around once, if at all in a lifetime. The ones that burned so brightly and passionately, you knew the spark would burn out. The ones that were so unbearably human, it seemed unnatural. The ones that were themselves, and only themselves, but seemed like so much more.

I met Imogen on a subway one fine morning. I made them drop their phone on the floor and crack it, which Imogen would never let go. I complimented Imogen's hair. I told them is was very vibrant and that I liked the bright white platinum colour it was. It was at that moment Imogen pulled off their black, round sunglasses and gave me a once over with their intense blue eyes. They met my gaze.

"You have very vibrant underwear." They said, referring to the fabric of my boxers that was poking out from the waistband of my jeans. I quickly tucked it in as Imogen laughed.

I had no idea Imogen would impact me so much. Their first words to me were about the saturation of the colour of my underwear. I never imagined that we would be getting tattoos at midnight or playing chicken on some train tracks at three in the morning or laying in bed, asleep, at one in the afternoon on a Sunday.

I had no idea what I was signing up for. But I'm glad I did.