~ Prologue ~

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a.n.: Hey guys! This prologue is a little bit short but it only informs you who Stella is and what kind of relationship did she use to have with Cal. The story is going to develop itself during the next chapters so be patient ;) I'd also like to say that I'm not native english speaker so I am apologizing for those mistakes :) (is there going to be anybody actually reading this? :'D) Thanks and enjooooy XXX

I grabbed a piece of paper that was lying on my desk, didn't exactly have a clue what was I going to do. I sit on my chair, behind that old, lovely desk which I loved so much. It had those little details that all made him something more, than just an ordinary desk. When I was six, I draw down there a huge heart with starting letters of my name and name of the boy that I've had my first kiss with.

I remember it clearly. We were sitting under the gorgeous cherry tree, in the back of his yard. It was sunny weather, not too hot, yet still comfortably warm. We were eating our favourite chocolate bars, that he had stolen few minutes before from their kitchen. We were laughing and smiling, with chocolate melting on all over our fingers. But it didn't matter. Anything mattered. I was happy with him.

He was the only boy in my first grade, who wasn't afraid to tell the other boys to let me go, when they were stealing my toys.

He was the only one sharing his sweets with me, letting me play with his cars, although other children couldn't. That was the first time I felt special.

Then it happened. We kissed. It was a quick, soft kiss, with our little, giggly mouth. We didn't care.

On the right corner of my special desk, yet again his name, written with hearts shaped around it. Hearts, butterflies, and a rainbow. I was ten. I draw it because he bought me my favourite doll on my birthday. I had always wanted that dolly. Every time we went to our favourite candy store, we walked around that colourful shop with funny things in it's front. I always took a long stare on that stunning baby doll. And he noticed. I cried when I unpacked his present. Pure tears of joy. That was the second time we kissed. And we still did not care at all.

His name was written on my desk couple of times. Not even twice, much more.

When I was fifteen, I begun to notice specific details on him. Things, I had never noticed before, because I was too young to care.

He had a little scar under his left eyebrow, his eyes were sparkling with happiness while he was talking about something he loved. He had those full, pink lips that I was ashamed I haven't ever noticed. He was always trying to get the best out of every situation, thinking positively and he has never cared about other people. He had very sharp cheek bones and those eyes were too brown. When I first closely explore their colour, I was surprised. Magnificent brown, mixed with slight shade of golden. They felt like home to me.

As I turned seventeen, we were best friends for life. We have always been here for each other, we loved and adored each other in a brother-sister kind of relationship. He was mine and I was his. My Calum. No one's else. He has never been interested in relationships with girls before. I mean, he has always been hanging out with his friends and playing video games, or hanging out with me.

But one day, things changed.

Girls started to show an obvious interest in my Calum. He started to show and obvious interest in girls. Two and two gave four and my Calum had a first serious girlfriend. Her name was... Charlotte? Krissy? Who knows.

And I started to get way too jealous. I didn't want to confess it, but deep down I knew my feelings. And this was something new for me.

As the time passed, Calum did not have enough time for me anymore. I missed him so much, he was my best friend, my brother that I have never had, my soul mate and my first love. He kept dating girl after girl, he was changing them in the quickest way possible.

Senior grade in high school and we barely spoke to each other. My only true friend was gone now and he did not have anything left behind him. Only me. With this empty hole inside of my soul. Calum changed, he wasn't the boy I used to know anymore.

Yet here I am, twenty one year old me, sitting behind this desk that keeps too much memories, connected with that special boy.

But I am not the same person either. I have grown up. I have been accepted to the Sydney University, leaving my home tomorrow. Ready to start a new life, find new friends and forget about Cal. It's going to be hard, since he was my everything. But it is definitely worth trying.

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