Prologue

Ashton King

I can't believe I lost my mom. God! She's never coming back. I'm in a cemetery sitting and crying for my mom. They say boys don't cry, but here I'm crying...yes boys also have emotions, they do cry. God what did I do so wrong to loose my mom? I'm just 15. How much I wanted to be a great person when I grow up only because I wanted my mom to be proud of me. How much I miss her smile, her voice, her chasing me when didn't used to eat but play.

I felt someone shaking me, I opened my eyes to see a pair of beautiful hazel eyes,looking at me with pure innocence. Oh don't tell me you came to show me Pity!

"Hey are you alright?" I heard her sweet voice which was full of ....pity?? 

 God I hate it when someone shows pity to me.

"You don't have to come here showing me your pity I don't need it!" I snapped.

Hurt flashed in her eyes.

She too snapped on me,"I'm not pitying you, you idiot. I saw you crying so I wanted to be there for you"..."God why do I even think of helping someone." She said the last part more to herself.

She turned to leave but I held her wrist to stop,"Please stay, I'm sorry for behaving rudely."

She gave me her innocent smile which is the most beautiful and pure thing I've ever seen.

She then sat beside me and asked," Why were you crying?" 

WERE???...yeah I stopped crying after I led my eyes on her.

"My mom...she died in a car accident,she was coming to pick me from my friend's house."

"It's not your fault that she died you should know that, stop feeling guilty. None of this is your fault."

Woah!

How does she know that I was thinking this? This is the reason which makes me cry the most.

I really feel guilty.

If only she didn't come to pick me up that day she would have been alive now.

Her warm and gentle hands holding my cold ones bought me out of my thoughts." I don't know how to not hate myself...I feel so guilty and it feels like it's my fault."

"Trust me its not. Your mom wouldn't want to see you crying after two months of her death." How does she know my mom who died two months ago,I never told her when she died??

"I saw it written on the gravestone." She answered my unasked question.

"What about you,what are you doing here?" I asked her.

"I was visiting." She answered shortly.

I frowned.

"I was visiting my dad" she continued noticing my frown.

"He died a year ago,we both were returning from ice cream parlor. It is on the outskirts of he city..when suddenly a truck hit us. I survived but he didn't. You know I was the one who wanted to go there, while my dad didn't wanted to because he was so tired but I pleaded and he finally gave in.

All those months went by and I kept blaming myself for his death.It was hard for my mom to cope up with it, but she was trying to be strong for me. When she was quite stable with the situation she made me understand it wasn't my fault, I can't keep blaming myself all my life, it's wrong to shut all the people who care about you and my dad wouldn't want this for me. It was hard for me but I knew I had to. I do miss him a lot, but life can't just stop, we need to move on.

I'm not asking you to forget your mom, but you need to move on. Those memories with your mom are important. Those memories will help you to live your life, to move on. Whenever you miss her, those memories will remind you all the beautiful times you spent with her, taking away all your sadness. It will be hard at first but eventually you will learn to live with it." She said looking into my eyes as if seeing my soul.

I felt like I could just melt by looking into her eyes.

"You are right..I'm gonna try doing that, I can't promise I'm gonna be fine instantly but I guess I'll be better. And thank you so much for staying here with me, it means a lot, you are here for me even though I was rude to you and I'm practically a stranger, thank you so so much. And I'm sorry for being so rude to you." I said sincerely.

"I guess I understand that, because after my dad's death everyone asked me if I was okay, I had to put a fake smile and pretend everything was okay, which frustrated me a lot. And then some, no actually almost everyone used to show me pity which I hated the most, so I guess your actions were also out of hurt and anger, but that doesn't mean I was okay with it."

"You know you're the first girl I'm so comfortable to talk with."

Yeah because every girl in school just flirts with me or throw winks at me,show me their cleavage or I should say boobs,which really makes me uncomfortable.

"So I'm the first girl you are talking to?" she asked surprised.

"Yeah why are you so surprised?"

"Because you look so handsome so I thought you would have a lot of girls gawking at you."

"I do have a lot if girls gawking at me but there's none I talk to, they are kinda pathetic to throw themselves at me, as if they don't have any self respect"

"Well I'm flattered then." she said with a smirk, a cute smirk I should say.

"Well it was nice talking to you but I gotta go now." she said collecting her bags.

"Is it so urgent for you to go?" I asked her cause I really didn't wants her to leave so soon.

"Yeah I've to pick my brother up from his guitar classes and mom's not home."

"Oh" I said totally disliking the fact that she needs to go.

"Hey don't be sad, I too want to talk to you more, but I can't help it byeeee" she got up at hurried towards the way out of the cemetery.

I got up and ran after her and held her wrist causing her to face towards me.

"At least tell me your name."

"Well won't this be more memorable if we don't know each other's name?" she giggled.

"Oh yeah?" I asked wiggling my eyebrows.

Her hand reached my cheeks, caressing it while my hands go to her waist, our bodies move closer, we look into each other's eyes with a lot of emotion and our lips meet, electricity running through my whole body as we continue to kiss.The kiss was full of happiness,passion and..love? It just made me feel so good, so comfortable.

We broke the kiss to get air and smiled, she bought her lips near my ears and said "Byee Bluey" and ran out of the cemetery.

This was my first kiss and it felt amazing,actually there is no word to define what I feel.

Even I whispered touching my swollen lips "Byee Hazel"