The Fine Line Between Hate & Love (Being re-written)

Chapter One

I have to get his right...

If i don't get this right... You'll just stop reading.

I don't want that.

Because I want you to understand my story.

I have to get this right..

I don't want to start with some boring introduction of:

Hi, my name is Allyson Night...

No that's just stupid...

I won't do that.

Nope, I'm not that kind of cliche kind of girl...

If that makes any sense whatsoever.

Maybe I should start with him.

Alpha Dylan Nicolas...

No, its to soon for that.

I seriously have no idea where to begin.

I don't even know when this all started, how it all started.

Maybe we should start here...

One the day we buried my older sister.

The day I met him.

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She always said she wanted to be buried underneath falling snow.

She said there was just something beautiful and assuring about being buried beneath the pureness that was white.

She told me it she was buried under the white sky, I'd know she was alright.

But no snow fell about her casket.

No white skies covered the clear sky that was her funeral.

My father wraps his arm around me, as I quietly sobbing into his chest. Everyone around us looked away, not knowing what else to do.

Some rubbed my back, other told me to be strong. While others just said that she was so brave, so brave for doing what she did.

Dying for someone she loved.

I ignored them.

You couldn't replace her, I couldn't replace her. She was the Beta. She was the most beautiful, caring, loving Beta to ever be.

And she died for me.

I can't be here. I can't take her place.

But I would, because it was what she wanted.

I would try to be as good as she was.

Or I would die trying.

I watch as they lower the casket into the ground, The white rose in my hand.

Everyone went one by one over her grave, dropping a red rose on top.

I went last. My father was against the idea of me drop a white rose, but I wanted her to have the pureness she had always talked about.

I approach her grave, clutching the rose to my chest.

My thoughts were all of her.

Her grey eyes, her dark blond waves of hair. Her olive skin, the joy that was brought by a simple smile from her.

As I reach out, and let the flower fall from my fingers. Saying the words she'd say to me as a child.

"For every day, I miss you."