"Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they're even born." -F. Scott Fitzgerald
When eight year old Beau Ruby met twelve year old Colton Caine, she had no idea she was meeting the love of her life. She had no idea she'd grow...
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The game last longer than I expected it to last. Noah kept stopping to talk about work and ask me if I thought he should try to get on with the crew Jack and I were on, and I kept trying to shut him up and keep playing so I could beat him and then find Beau.
When I sank my ball into his last cup, he cussed and then downed the beer. He was shaking his head and smirking, talking about how he couldn't ever beat me, when I lightly punched his shoulder and told him I was going to find her.
When I walked into the camp house, my eyes immediately found her. A guy I didn't recognize was picking her up at the waist and setting her down on the kitchen counter beside a group of other girls. I immediately felt fire inside of me and waited to see if he was going to touch her again. I didn't know this guy, and I knew Beau had been drinking. She was also under age. I'd kill him if he touched her.
I was thinking about that and watching her from my spot at the back door. He didn't touch her again, but he did take the cup out of her hands and hand her another. That had to be her second. She was swaying to the music coming from the speakers in the living room. Her legs were dangling over the cabinets, and she crossed them at the ankles. Her dress was riding up just slightly, and I could see a few inches of her thighs from where I stood.
God damn, I was in love with her. It hit me every now and then. Most of the time, I could keep it together. She was seventeen. I was twenty-one. She was still in high school, and she was going to graduate and go to college next year. I didn't know how I was ever going to make it without her.
It was like I had fallen in love with her over night. One night I went to bed and she was Beautiful, the girl next door, and the next morning I woke up and knew I wanted to marry her one day. It was insane. I had feelings for her that I had never had for anyone else. She made me feel like I was whole. I wasn't myself without her. I was only me when I was with her. It wasn't the type of relationship that blossomed in high school across hallways and shared milkshakes after school. I'd seen her grow up. I'd been there for every major event in her life since she was eight years old, and the ones that occurred before I knew her had been described to me in great detail in our late night conversations. She was my best friend. I couldn't even remember life before her, it seemed. It was like everything began and ended with her.
