(A/N: I hope you're all prepared!!) 

True Love Will Last

Chapter 1

Prologue

  Haven's POV           

                Some people say that life is a huge emotional rollercoaster, filled with millions of ups and downs. But for me that’s one hell of an understatement. If my life were a rollercoaster, it wouldn’t be one you’d like to ride. My life is insanely screwed up; I’ve been through too much for a technically speaking, eighteen year old girl. The path I’ve taken is certainly not one that should be followed.

                I have a million reasons to why I’m a wreck, and why I’m not as happy as I once was. I’m not average, nor am I anywhere near it.

                As of now, I’m pretty positive that I’m dead. Or in least I think that’s where I am right now. How I got here? It’s not a simple one sentence story. But then again, when is it ever? I’ve been poisoned with dreamshade too many times for me to still be alive. It wasn’t possible. But how was I able to think?

                Death could just be an endless world of your own thoughts, but that would be a pretty horrible fate to suffer. The only thing I could do was think. Think about how messed up my life had become and what just happened to me. It was all so confusing.  I didn’t know if I was dead or alive, and I barely knew what actually happened.

                Lost in my thoughts the one thing I was thinking about was Peter. Which is possibly the worst thing I could be thinking about at this moment. You’d think I’d hate him by now, right? I mean with everything I’ve just went through; you’d think that I’d rather stab a knife through his heart. And sure, at moments sometimes I wish I had.

                I hated him, but at the same time I didn’t. It was feeling I was used to, but now, since I’m pretty sure I’m dead, I’m quite possibly even more confused.

                He let me die, didn’t he? Would he really do that? I didn’t know, but figuring where I am now, that’s pretty much the only exclamation. Before I collapsed, fainted, died, whatever you wanted to call it. He was different, or so I thought. It could of just been me, and my poisoned state. But I swear, I saw something in his eyes that I hadn’t seen in years.

                It was something about the way he looked at me. It was finally different than the look of pure hatred and venom that I received on a daily basis. It was if he actually felt empathy for once since he changed. But I didn’t even know if that was possible. Because being the heartless demon he is, it’s nearly impossible to imagine him ever changing.

                But even with the chances low, I still kind of hoped that what I saw was for real. I couldn’t help it. Of course I wanted that to be true. But unfortunately, according to my current state, I don’t think I’ll ever find out.

                It couldn’t have just been me right? I wasn’t going crazy? I already had a long time ago. I hated him, and at the same time I didn’t. I wanted him to die, but at the same time I wanted him to remember. But things never go my way, so it’s not likely he even thought of me after the knife was plunged into my skin.

                But I could always hope, right?

Peter’s POV

                She was dead, that was the only option. But at the same time, it couldn’t be. There had to be a different ending, one the exact opposite of this one. Our story could not be ending his way.

                Everything we ever had, gone in a heartbeat and lost forever. Why did I begin to remember now, when we had nothing left? I had no idea, but sometimes that’s just how life works.

                Her head laid lifeless on my lap, her hair sprawled out in every direction. Her brown curls where tinted with the red color of her blood, as were my hands that tried to keep her frozen body up. Tears overflowed from my eyes, letting one single tear overflow and roll down my cheek and onto her skin. I used to believe that Peter Pan never cries.

                But this is different, the one person I ever loved, and still do, is dead. Lying lifeless in my arms. It was the one thing I couldn’t bear to see.

                In the back of my mind, I thought of all the stories I’ve ever heard. The idea I had, I had absolutely no idea if it was going to work.

                But staring at her pale complexion, I was willing to try anything to keep her alive.  

(A/N: I hoped you enjoyed this, even though I left you all at a cruel ending. And I'm (kinda, sorta) sorry about that. But you'll find out soon enough, I promise. Thanks for reading!!!!! And I hope you'll love the sequel as much as you loved the first one!! The cover contest is still going on, because guess what, I still can't decide. I'll put the link in the external link thing, so if you can click on it, and vote for your favorite covers in the comments that would be amazing. 

Okay lately I've been getting like a lot (and I really mean a lot) of ideas for new stories. And if you would check them out, it would be amazing. But if you don't like the topic or book I'm writing about, than obvioulsy, don't read it. But if you do, that'd be spectacular!! 

Question for this chapter: Do you like this so far? and Do you watch YouTube a lot, and if so which people? 

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