I'm Fine

Prologue

*click*

"Excuse me miss —" It was a swarm of people. "Exc — excuse me!"

"Ms. Grace!" Voices.

"We only have just a few questions."

And so many people.

"A few questions."

"A few ques —" A large man dressed in a suit stepped in and managed to create a path for the smartly dressed woman the journalists were after. The woman adjusted her sunglasses, gave the man a brief nod as a gesture of thanking him, and continued along her way.

It was a short walk out of the airport where she already had a car waiting for her. This wasn't uncommon for her. She dealt with the attention in a manner that only a person with her quiet nature would.

She ignored it.

The car door clicked behind her and she settled in. She sighed and finally relaxed, relieved that the tension within her was physically disappearing. She removed her sunglasses and pushed it into her purse before looking out of the window. The car had already turned to leave the airport behind.

"Don't you get tired of all this attention?" The voice that spoke from beside her sent a euphoric wave through her. She turned to face the man with a smile that only he had the pleasure to receive.

"Trust me, I'm honestly regretting my life choices." She finally spoke, breaking the silence. She wasn't known to talk. True to her last name, the only characteristic she displayed, was grace. She sighed as she took the man's hand and leaned onto his shoulder.

"But you are glad you did what you did?" He asked.

"Of course. Not everyone would believe the element of truth in it, but it is what it is."

"You've only published the important parts, right?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I was only 16, why would I have listed all the steamy romance I had with the undead in my personal diary and turn that into an actual published book? The book is meant for all ages my publishers would have killed me." She scoffed.

"They can't." He kissed her on the top of her head. "No one can. As long as I am here, no one can do anything to you."

"I know..." she felt herself drift off into a calm sleep. Publishing her diary which detailed some of her most difficult childhood years took the courage she never knew she needed. Now, walking into a bookshop, her book was the one on display and the one on the most noticeable shelves. Her diary.

Her most difficult year of survival.

Ms. Grace considered herself to be the lucky one since she finally managed to put an end to the beginning of an evil era. She knew publishing her book as a non-fiction was the riskiest thing she could do. But she knew she had to get her word across.

Her book had only been published an year and she was already on Forbes'. The new life was difficult, and hard to adjust to, and she certainly hadn't been ready for the strange criticism that some skeptics threw at her. But Ms. Grace was wise. She knew that no matter what she tried, not everyone would believe her. And it wasn't worth it anyhow. People only believed what they wanted to.

She opened her eyes to find that they were stuck in a traffic jam.

"Good timing on the highway." He jokingly commented.

"It's good." She yawned. Her elbow knocked against her handbag kept neatly at her side and it fell to the floor of the car. Her sunglasses and a copy of her book fell out.

"I've got it." He interrupted before she could lean over to get it and grabbed her things. "Funny." He chuckles to himself as he admired the cover of her book. "It's been more than an year and I've never read it..."

"You're never interested in reading. You never were." She rolled her eyes.

"It's not like I have anywhere to go. I think I'll give it a go. You can go back to sleep if you like, we both know you're tired and it doesn't look like this car is going anywhere anytime soon."

"Good idea." She muttered as she closed her eyes again. He smiled at her before opening her book. It was about time he started.

"Oh, and Ronnie?" He began.

"Hm?" She mumbled, half asleep.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Jayce."