note: this will go from the moment they (the two people in the prologue) met to the moment all was right, switching back and forth between his and her point of view. it will be long, very long - covering a year.

summary: we could fall apart. he was the boy wore his heart on his sleeve and fell hard.

i. this

he was the dependent type; his mood rose and fell according to me. when and how often i saw him, and for how long, the things i said. he even followed me from class to class; he resembled sort of a puppy following his mother (and not just by the way he followed me from place to place.)

he had a (gross and disgusting and very unattractive) buzz cut, and stood at least a foot taller than i. dark t-shirts, with the occasional gray or white one that he thought had a funny quote on it - he lacked anything that resembled him giving a damn about what he looked like. he even had a really…plain and common name: mike. there wasn’t anything special or unique about it.

he admitted it, too.

and his smile - a smile can win a guy or girl‘s heart over, right? - he never smiled. the real kind, of pure happiness and laughter and joy - yeah, he never smiled one of those heart-melting, stomach churning, dizzying smiles. i doubt that he ever will. his lips were pressed shut, tightly shut, when he smiled or laughed and he always laughed through his nose - snorting and choking and dying sounds.

and even though i could (and did) tell him every fuckin thing about myself, i was never solidly (and you’ll understand this later) attracted to him. i felt bad about it every second i talked or thought about him.

when i met him, it was freezing. raining, sleeting, snowing, ice all over the ground - all at once. it was cold. i’d been with two of my friends, waiting for my boyfriend (at the time), outside for two hours. we were in a park, where a group of our guy friends had planned to play this shooting game (lame).

and no one ever showed.

except him.

a/n: um...this is a really hard chapter to write, mainly because it's a difficult subject to write about, especially now. later chapters will have far better quality and will follow the prologue's style a lot more closely. two reviews before my next update.