1: As If For The First Time

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His sapphire eyes aligned with mine, lost in the nostalgic feeling that surrounded each other. The air in my voice had gone, as I made an unwanted sound out of frustration, out of feeling. Something so unwanted, so cruel it made me turn around and head for the red flashing sign screaming 'exit'.

Ally restricted me from leaving, as I turned to face the reality that stood in front of me. The reality wasn't an awakening splash of water, but a brooding man, farthest from a gentleman.

He was a tormenter and a predator and he always found me easy to use for his immoral reasons. He was viewed as the last to second guess himself, but in reality he was the one that carried the most doubts, most secrets.

His present, still brooding self faded in my mind as I remembered the boy who would pick and pull my hair, and who even would start arguments and have aggressions against me. The boy I viewed was the one who looked like the predator, always attacking the weak when in reality he was the one who was attacked the most.

He was confident and loud, which gifted him friends that would laugh at each time he pulled a 'hilarious' prank on the little girl who only wanted to be liked, let alone loved.

'Loved' the word brought back sparks, I had felt unite in my stomach. The one moment 'love' was ever felt in my heart, was with him. He was the coward, who had ran from commitment and love he had promised to me that night, before he took the very last part of me I had left. He promised me love that would wish you had more moments in bed, love that made the both of you think about each other just at various times, and love that would finally fill the craving that we both had.

I had believed I was finally loved by someone, and here he stood thirty feet away from me, holding a hand out for a shake.

His broad shoulders closed his sapphire eyes only to the ones he stared directly at. And to my luck I was his target, that fell silently to his prey.

He pushed back the chestnut locks of hair that fell silently covering his sapphire gems. He was the one that starred in my most embarrassing memory. A memory that couldn't be lost from my mind, no matter just how hard I tried.

10 Hours Earlier

"It's time you met him, Carina. I swear he's different, I promise", I heard the same thing over and over . Though the 'I promise' was new, It didn't make much of a difference. Ally was the one person left in the world, who couldn't accept that perfect soulmates weren't real. She was apart of a dying breed, who believed that love was delighting in a lover in their every aspect. She believed that there was someone out there who fit her categories of perfection. And after hearing the list of attributes that could only be possibly made from a mixing pot, I knew she would never get someone who fit all of her levels of perfection.

I let her keep believing in a false reality, after multiple tries to make her realize that not everything beautiful is necessarily perfect, neat, clean, effortless, and worth it in the end. She refused to believe that her belief system since she was young, was incorrect and mannered for people who ignored things. Her belief system of searching for the perfect person to marry, caused her to point out the imperfections of each and every person she viewed as her future, including herself.

"He's amazing, and handsome and I feel like we have a future, together", she said strongly. This I had heard twice, and both prior times she had both been tossed to the side after they realized the commitments and the perfection she wanted. But more importantly, once they realized her ideal relationship. Ally's parents were the exact image of what they wanted, but the mistake that Ally's parents made was they shielded the kids from the ugly, from the moments where they felt they needed a break, space from one another. I knew all this, because I saw the dynamic of their family, I studied relationships with family. I picked up on the hushed anger, but forced smiles, I noticed in all of the stories Ally spoke of perfection it always revolved around her parents. Like it was her secret and she wanted the world to believe they were just as perfect as high school sweethearts were.

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