There's a first to everything. Like the first moment I was finally staring into his eyes, and the first words I heard him say to me instead of the world, and the first question he'd asked me.
"Date?"
This was written 2 years ago, one of my first fanfictions.
// The world works in mysterious ways. Love is no child's play when loyalties are tested and betrayal is a game only one wants to play. What happens when the one person who believes in you starts to hate you?