Living a romance


“C’mon, choose a spot already, stupid Aygo!” I growled at the driver in front of me, who was blocking the whole parking lot for me.

I was a little later then normal, I’d forgotten about the time at the hospital where I’d been all night.

The school was, like most other things, just off the highway. It was not obvious that it was a school; only the sign, which declared it to be the Forks High School, made me stop. It looked like a collection of matching houses, built with maroon-coloured bricks. There were so many trees and shrubs I couldn't see its size at first.

After I parked my Bordeaux red Jaguar XF, I ran into the building and rushed to my locker. I threw my books in it except Spain and Physics. I didn’t need to look on my schedule, since I had a photographic memory.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket to check my appearance in its reflection, instantly making a mental note to hang a mirror in my locker. I checked my brown hair and eyes, also checking if the glasses hid my ruby eyes and coloured them brown. The glasses were enchanted by Iraz, offspring of Iris, goddess of the rainbow, and of course my best friend. He had been travelling with me for years, supporting me in my journey to create love.

We stayed in one place for a year, giving me enough time to work my magic, without any problems.

Never knew that would change in this cold, little town called Forks.


Time flew. The lessons were just as boring as always. One, because I knew all of this already. Two, I could see the future, so I knew what was going to happen. And three, it seemed like every teacher on this planet, was just as boring as all the others.

“I am going to give you a long and important explanation and I want you to take notes,” the Physics teacher, I thought he was called Mr. Daniel, ordered.

And faith proved me I was wrong. Again.

The students on the other side, were quite nice. I met some of them. I had English with some boy called Eric, Gymnastics with Mike, I shared Trigonometry and Spanish with this girl Jessica, and during lunch I discovered I had Biology II with Angela.

They all seemed very friendly and I of course noticed connections and bonds between some of them. Angela and Ben, who were sitting opposite of each other, belonged together, but I wasn’t needed there, they would discover on their own. I wondered about Jessica and Mike, though. They seemed to be friends, but hadn’t yet dared to talk about feelings towards each other.

While I talked a bit with Jessica, well, actually listened, because she was all rambling about gossips, a movement I saw in the corner of my eye caught my attention.

I turned my face towards it and got caught by a pair of butterscotch coloured eyes.

They were the most beautiful gold I had ever seen.

Wait. Gold?

That’s impossible. Maybe he wore contacts. Yes, of course.

The owner of the golden eyes who had caught my gaze, was beautiful, too. Without noticing, I read his mind, to find out what his name was. He was lanky, not too bulky, with untidy, bronze hair.

Edward, stop attracting the new girls’ attention.

I frowned as I saw the same boy I was looking at turn to one of his companions, as if he was being called. A telepath?

His lips moved in a quick whisper, but I heard.

“She’s… different.”

The boy he had communicated with shrugged. I studied him. He was taller, leaner, but still quite muscular. I soon found out he was called Jasper Whitlock.

Why is she different?

“I can’t read her mind,” Edward answered.

I smiled and turned back slightly. Oh, but I can read yours, Edward Anthony Masen.

I looked through his eyes to study the rest of his company.

There was one more boy, muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark curly hair. Emmett Dale McCarthy.

The girls were opposites from the boys. The tall one, Rosalie Hale, was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit of her self-esteem by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixie-like, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction. Her name was Mary Alice Brandon.

But I saw something so much more beautiful, no one else could see.

Alice and Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett, they belonged together. And they knew. I saw their unbreakable love, as if they’ve been knowing it for many, many years. They were the couples I longed to see at this age, but never got to see. I helped young couples, but the love will become unbreakable only when they reach maturity. So it was very rare for young couples like these to have found the true meaning of love.

I melted only at the sight of them.

But I also felt bad for Edward. He didn’t seem to have a partner.

Wait. What?

Surprise overtook me. I concentrated harder, concentrated on his presence. But nothing happened.

He didn’t have a partner.

Sadness and guilt started to take me over. This had never happened in my 2000 years of life. I always saw people’s partners. It didn’t matter if they were dead, lost or gone forever in any other way.

He didn’t have a partner.

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