[1]Existence[The Beginning]

I lost it all, much like him. I...built myself up again. I'm strong now, but I was once weak. I learned so much. But I don't know this. Not quite.
Does everyone in this world have a purpose for existing? Or must they just be alive? Does a personm have to do something great or important to be recognized?
Maybe mine was to love. To be loved or to love someone is an amazing thing. To hate someone is a powerful thing in the wrong direction. I went the wrong direction for many years. I thought that since I hated those who scarred me in ways undescribable, I would be an avenger until they died. But now, I think my life had other plans.

I loved one man and healed another. That was my duty in life. That was my job, my purpose.
That is my existence.

They say that love is blind and can conquer all barriers. They were wrong.
When I was born, I was young and new to this world; completely ignorant. But now I know how it falls into pieces. I saaw it with my own eyes. They just broke, shards on the ground, never to rise again.
He did it. The built-up rage and fury he caused will hold fast until his final breath. He had lied.
Yet, the truth in my life, aside from my long-lived revenge was her. She always listened and always loved.
That is my existence.

I never dreamt that I could be revived from that hell. That lonely, isolated hell. I was drowning in my own solitude. I was cut off from a world that existed in my dreams. I wanted out...And she saved me.
But...I lost someone precious while I struggled....And I want her back! I try to tell myself that she's not coming back...Yet, my childish fears of ending up alone if someone leaves haunt me...They won't be surpressed by time. I loved her...And she went away.
Another came. I thought I loved her. I did, but not in the way I had expected. It was a new kind of love. I didn't understand. The demons---Good or bad---I don't know explained everything.
He knows me inside and out. He used to haunt me and captivate me back into that hell. No one had ever held my hand as he ate at me during my younger years. I was scared that this demon would take complete control of my mind, my body...My soul.
But I found a way to the light. My heaven.
That is my existence.
This is our story.
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Here's chapter one! DarkXSnowXBird and I are writing this story together, but in different p.o.v's. So read hers, too!

-Ami