Prologue
I could not let her leave. I wanted her. For the first time in years, I felt connected to someone.
Even if I did not know her for long, I felt like I had known her for ages. She seemed familiar yet I had never seen her before. Her eyes, those milk chocolate orbs, were like windows to her soul: a hurting soul, pretending to be happy.
In that moment she had been in my arms, I felt like I was meant to hold her, to comfort her and ... to love her. She felt perfect. Her body folded into mine perfectly. My heart started racing as I remember her hands on my chest. Her touch had lit an inextinguishable fire within my soul. As those lovely eyes glanced at me, I thought that there was a future for us. I already started to image our future: her between my arm, again, kissing me, me whispering sweet nothings, us holding hands, us simply revealing our true selves without any secrets, trusting and loving each other.
I could not live without knowing her. I wanted to know her fears to protect her. I wanted to know her likes to always keep her happy. I wished that she never would shed any tears. I wanted to know her past and present. I wanted her to be always content, happy. I wanted her to be unshielded: to reveal herself, to share her burden with me. I wanted her to be free: free of that sadness, inherent in those eyes, free in soul and spirit.
I wanted to always be by her side. The least I wanted from her was to let me be her confidant, her friend.
They met by accident. They were never meant to be. Fate was against them. Yet, they tried.
They seemed to be the perfect couple but there was more to what met the eyes. She seemed normal. He seemed perfect. She had a secret. He had a secret. They were together. Together, they fell.
One year later
“No! No! You promised you were mine! Why?” cried Raina.
