Prologue
"You're the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen nor will ever see." These words by him were inked in my memory. These words and so many others that he once said were permanently on my mind. I did not get rid of his words. They were always there. Whenever it was quiet enough, I could hear his voice. I could hear him saying all those words again and again. Whenever I close my eyes, I could see him. If I stayed perfectly still and closed my eyes, I could almost feel him.
We were best friends for ages. We were lovers for a moment. It was us against the world. We thought that we could beat the world. We thought that rules didn't apply on us. We thought we were immortal. It turned out that we were wrong. No matter how much we fought against it we lost. "It" meaning the fate or destiny or God or karma. Whatever you want to call it. It still won. It showed us that we are only small puppets in this great play. It doesn't matter how much we want or wish or fight, because in the end we cannot change things enough. There are so little where we can have an influence on.
"You are amazing. You are kind. You are perfect." His words keep playing in my head over and over again. If I listen them another four years maybe I believe them then. I remember every small detail of him. I remember his hair that fell down on his shoulders. I remember his grey eyes, that lust turned almost black. I remember strong hands, that could carry me for miles. I remember every curve, every cut, every scar of his body. I remember how he used to grin when he thought no one could see. I remember how he smiled down to me when we were alone. I remember his touch and his kisses. I remember how safe I felt when he hold me. I remember how much he fought for us. But what I remember best is look on his face when he realized it was too late. That look haunts me day in and day out. That look was last thing I saw in my old life.
My old life was pretty good until the very end. It was him and I. We met when I was four and he was five. We never fought. I can swear that we could read each other's mind. He made me smile. It didn't matter what was wrong, he always made me smile. I could have failed on test or lost my job or argued with my mom, he always made me feel better. I loved him since the first time I laid my eyes on him. And I know that he loved me. No matter what happened in the end I know that we loved each other.
We were normal teenagers in small town. We went to games, we skipped school, we made out in local mall. We swam in lake; we ate hamburgers and pizza. We fought our parents. We had friends who we cared about and who cared about us.
What made us different than others were the fact that we didn't live with our birth parents. He lived with his aunt and I lived with Alice and Devon who had adopted me when I was two years old. Sure enough, they felt like real parents to me. And I know for a fact that his aunt loved him.
We bonded over our loss for birth parents. I didn't know mine and he didn't stand his. We understood each other's feelings. We understood the hatred and sadness over the fact that out there are people who were supposed to love us, but they didn't. We promised to love each other 'till very end. We promised to be there for each other no matter what.
For years we did that. Everyone knew it. They couldn't attack me without going through him first. They couldn't attack against him without going through me first. It really was us against the world. All this talk has made you think that our life was constant battle, but it wasn't. They were smart enough to not mess with us. Our life was mostly sunshine, love and having fun.
The last week was different. When he heard the news from his aunt, we decided it was time for us to leave. On Tuesday morning we left everything behind. We wanted to start new life together. We took his truck and started driving. We drove for hours. We stayed in motels. We felt alive and happy and we were sure that our future together had started. Oh, how wrong were we. On Saturday our future were ripped from us. Alice hold me in place when I cried and yelled. I kicked and screamed. I watched how they hauled him away from me for good. I couldn't do anything than watch when they took part of me that day. After that Saturday nothing has felt the same.
