Defying Gravity

From the moment I saw her, I knew, she's the one. Alice Marie, a picture perfect woman, red streaks intertwined with blond highlights, long tan legs, and flawless skin. Alice. My mate. I paused my stride, taking in the scene in front of me. Alice and a shorter, brown haired girl was arguing. The shorter girls name was Mercy McClair, I had known her since high school. Mercy, a picture of an average but charming girl. Brown hair that feel about mid-back, her hair was forever falling in waves that never cooperate. A slightly too small of a body to achieve sexy. But what she lacked in sexy, she made up for in charm. If you haven't already guessed it, I'm in love...with a girl who's not my mate.