Ok. ok. Let's go back to last year.
The snow is just barely coating the ground, like one of those things blankets that doesn't make any difference in temperature, whether draped over your body or not. It's just below freezing, and is a perfect day for a skiiing trip... how.. convenient for it to be on Elyssa's birthday.
The day I was also planning to go to the movies with my.. other girlfriend. Now, don't coat me a jerk till you hear the whole story. I wasn't the only one at fault here.
Like I said, Elyssa was a warrior, fueled by the storm. The way she walked, with that purpose in her step and the pride in her eyes, made my family think I was a bad example on her- because how, for the love of God, was a little underweight sixteen years old female stronger than BLAISE? The son who grew up in the war, the one who shaped the whole darn thing... intimidated by Elyssa? Than was impossible? So me, driven by my family's biased, not to mention sexist opinions, I found Margaret- a girl who wore short skirts and sparkly tee shirts, wore designer ballet flats and was spoiled on a daily basis- just to make my sexist, narcissistic, idiotic family happy.
But I didn't love her.
I didn't even like her.
I loved that girl who sat by the window, the girl who walked by a warrior and won every hockey game we ever played...
I loved that girl who's smile was contagious, who loved her heart out and was the best girlfriend a young, stupid jerk like me could ask for...
I loved that girl who became antisocial, who never spoke to me again and to this day, sits by the window, plotting her revenge...
I was in love with that girl who became heartless...
