Romans & histoires How It All Started

Still, she should have her own jewelry and lots of it. It's getting harder to remember why I started this whole thing in the first place, especially with today's events. While I was out shopping, I told myself that it was all just part of my plot, so it didn't matter how overboard I went. Even when I got lost in choosing the right colors, the right fit, the right everything to my exacting specifications, I told myself it was just in anticipation of seeing the enemy's reaction to the changes I was about to make in her.

"What's this place?" "Where it all started. The first B-20 facility."

I don’t think so. And this was how our real story begins.

She was the one who started it all. And the envelope in her hand proved it.

Then she awoke from a drowsy state, hearing the shower running. She knew she should get up and start preparing a meal, but she was caught in a strange inertia. Now she couldn't care less about food when the rest of her life depended on what happens between them. She couldn't postpone it any longer. Maybe tonight won't be the last. Maybe. Miracles have happened before.

Ah… right… It all started as a bet. How did I forget?

And the Savages? They were just getting started.

"How about you start from the beginning." "Well, We met in a club."

I laughed, still trying to avoid this topic. "Eth." She said, but one look said it all. She needed to know this part of my life. I needed to tell someone, too. No matter how much I try to forget. "Where do I start..." I started, really trying to figure out where to start. Do I tell her everything? Should I? She already has an idea of how he is, and she hasn't even seen a bad side of him. I don't want to change her opinion about him. He is doing so much better than he used to be. It's almost as though he's...trying. "I guess it all started on my 6th birthday." I finally said, deciding that telling her the root of the problem was the best solution.