Hi...this is my first fic posting on FictionPress. However: this is, in acutal fact, a heavily edited version of a story I wrote for Fanfiction. It's going to be re-done as a 100 per cent original work (though leaving the plot as it was: I'm filling in different names for the characters. It was Alternate-Universe to begin with). I am sprucing this version up: including suggestions from reviews previously obtained, reworking the faults I spot upon re-reading for the trillionth time... so yeah. Enjoy.

This chapter goes to Jynxer120, who has already read it in its original form... but I don't care. She QUOTED me!! On her profile!! From one of my crappy-speed-spieled poems!! Amazing. So this is to her.

"The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

.:Anonymous:.

They found her. She was washed up… her memory washed out.

When she awoke; they made fast friends… all three of them… or so two thought…

Best Friends… forever; until the end of time or infinity – whatever came first…

Then She left and suddenly all their lives changed… for better, or for worse? It depends on whose perspective… It depends on how long after She went away you judge from… Or how long after She came back…

Anyway; nothing was the same.

The Ripples of her departure sent each of their worlds spinning…

One grew silent: grief stricken, lonely though not alone; they wondered if a word would escape his lips again; was he forever silenced?

One fought for that feeling of security and comfort, so lost to her, disregarding all else in the pursuit of happiness; but was she unknowingly destroying herself in the process?

And One, felt more frustration then ever before, so confused, so disappointed… he was the first of the trio to feel such pain; though would he ever tell anyone why? Would he let anyone get close enough to understand what made him do so much wrong; cause so much hurt?

I wish he had told me…but would it have changed anything if he had? I guess I know the answer to that…

But it was undeniable that all of that happened because of that day; all the grief that came, all the loss, and the hate…

The feud…

The war…

The heartbreak…

It all came back to it.

But then again… So did the love.

But Love doesn’t guarantee Happiness… you’d be naïve to think that…

I was once.

And I guess that was another result of that day as well.

I set many of the events in motion later on though; so maybe it wasn’t all because of Her and how She effected Them forever after … but wasn’t that just a repercussion?

Or was it just my idiocy?

I’ll admit I was an Idiot… not all the time… but when it came to all the important things…

Yes; I have regrets. A multitude of them. I don’t think there’s anyone dead or alive who doesn’t have some sort of regret.

But I pay for my stupidity now; I have to see all the pain I could have prevented unfold before me and I can’t do anything about it; I don’t think anyone can.

If I could make one wish that I knew would come true; I would wish that I…

I’d wish that I never caused Him to hurt like that. Watching it takes my breath away; well basically…but it’s not just that… it’s worse…

And I think I realise something now that I was too blind to see then.

And now I’m too late…

I loved Him so much more then I thought was possible.

I’m sorry…

I’m so unbelievably sorry.

And so begins the mystery.

Okay: due to this being a second publication of this Prolouge (which didn't need any editing in my opinion, although I know for a fact that it's the only one to be left in it's original form) I'm not going to plead for reviews. Review at your own will. I'll leave it up to you. Thanks for the hit, it was lovely : )

xoX-IHeartSureal-Xox