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I just thought of this little story here, and it will be told from two perspectives- Rosaline and Adonis, who meet under the worst case scenario. Heres a bit from Rosaline....

Fragments-
Rosaline


Why do we fall in love? People tell me they fall in love because of their qualities or that their love oversees boundaries of time and space, that their on a different plain then normal people that are in love. Some even go as far as they complete them, like one half of their soul, their body, their mind. I wished since I was little for a princess wedding, the ones like Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty had in those Disney stories, when my knight in shining armor comes and saves me from falling grace, a fate I cannot escape without my other part of my soul being there, without my puzzle piece that completes me to make me whole. A person, who I actually like….instead of these fragments that I am stuck in, forever bound by the laws of false love, and me falling into the trap and stuck inside till someone gets me out.

I thought I loved Matt with all my heart, I really did…I catered to his every need, did what he wanted to make him happy, and to him, it wasn’t enough. He was the school’s star lacrosse player, and major player. Every girl wanted to get with him because of his Ice blue eyes that stared at you with a sense of lose and determined look that he wanted what he set his goals on, and this time it was me. I didn’t want anything to do with him, but his hands….they were destructive. I remember when he first approached me.
I was by the school soccer field waiting for girls’ gym to start, bored and cold in the girl’s gym uniform I started to shiver and I felt a hand on my shoulder and a voice that felt out of place on this boy’s stature, he was so big and his voice sounded so small and breakable, like porcelain or china.

“Your hair reminds me of the sun, but you seem so cold…” he said, and I laughed for some reason, I still don’t know why….but I seemed to fall in love at that instant….and his voice asked a question.

“What is your name, sunshine?” he smiled a bit while he sat next to me on the cold bleachers, why does it have to be so cold in March? I asked myself as I thought how to answer this in a cool way, but nothing came up.

“My name is Rosaline…” I said playing with my blonde hair, avoiding contact with his blue ice eyes that strike my heart to skip a beat. He got closer and held my hand and I yelped a bit, why was he talking to me? There are so many girls out there to pick, and he chose me out of the sea of petite dolls and picked a plain rag doll from a second hand bin.

I soon found out he chose me because I was easy to succumb to his hits and scars without fighting back.​