Love is a Game, Learn The Rules

••Love is a Game, Learn the Rules.••

 

Edited by username~ Ivanova.

 

 

Prologue:

 

 

 

      A leaf, which was brown with a tinge of yellow pigment, had fallen off the security of it's humble branch. The wind took it into it's arms and into the raging streets of downtown. The dark cold clouds lingering above threatened a shower soon.

 

      A boy in his early twenties ran down the same road that the wind had taken the leaf. He had about him a strong aspect of masculinity, but he also looked mature. He wore beige khakis and a big brown coat, a red checkered scarf- positively accenting his attire. One hand, clothed in a worn brown glove, was resting in his coat pocket; the other swayed at his side. His nose was red, and his lips were quivering.

 

      Another adult this time, a girl, was scurrying through the streets of downtown. It was just another day, rushing to work, after missing the train for the thousandth time now. She sported some dark jeans and a comfortable black pea coat, with a white pair of gloves and a matching beanie atop her perfect straight brown hair. Her left hand held a scalding cup of coffee from Starbucks, her right hand resting at at her side. Her nose was a warm rosy shade of pink. Her eyes, squinting in response to the icy wind attacking her face, landed on a brown and yellow leaf being tossed around like a rag-doll at the wind's command

 

      "I wish my life were that simple..." she whispered into the wind.

 

      She quickened her pace to try to catch it. She felt like a schoolgirl doing it, but she did it anyway. She smiled when she began  to gain on the leaf

 

The boy saw a leaf of brown and yellow pigment, and its simplicity had him awestruck. Not much in this world was "pretty" to him any more. It was coming towards him. On instinct he sped towards it... so close now... he reached out...

 

     She reached out...

 

      They had then clashed into each other and fell to the ground.

 

      "Holy... Holy crap! That's scalding hot!" he screamed as he clambered off her and threw off his coffee-drenched coat.

 

      "My god! Oh my god, I'm so sorry can I..." she was cut off from her frantic attempt at an apology.

 

     "I think you have done enough! You dumb..." he finally willed his stubborn eyes to look at her. She was beautiful, despite her furious eyes that were glaring daggers through him. He gaped at her, his jaw nearly reaching his toes.

 

      "You know what? You're an asshole! I did not purposefully fall onto you and spill my expensive cup of coffee on you! Heck, that was like a six dollar cup!" she was so incredibly livid with his reaction, she was practically steaming.

 

       His face had softened, it was like a completely different person. It had morphed into hideous grief and anguish.

 

      He suddenly wrapped his arms around her and began to sob uncontrollably into her hair.

 

     "Isobel... you smell the same as you used to... a hundred years have passed now and your the exact same as I remember. I guess this means the rumors were true," he laughed dryly, "huh." He then unwrapped his arms and pushed away from her.

 

      The beautiful girl stared at him with extreme confusion. Who was this nut job?

 

     "They told me you were dead, but I didn't believe them. But now..." he let out a shaky breath, "now... I wish you were!" he stopped talking long enough to, unintentionally, let her speak.

 

     "How do you know my name?"

 

 

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