113Disclaimer
All Human.
Some of the sentences, though not many, are direct quotes from sources I don't remember. I do not mean to plagiarize, so if anyone recognizes a quote from somewhere, please let me know so I can give it its proper due.
I did some research and I read some other Dom/sub stories, but as far as what I include in mine, I really don't know a whole lot about the culture. What I do know, however, is that I have a lot of respect for it. So for whatever is incorrect or stereotypical or exceedingly unfair or offensive, I apologize. Please know that the characters I use, and their behaviors, are not a direct result of my personal beliefs. My Jasper is . . . unique and I understand that. Know that I did my best.
So there.
Let us begin.
Prologue
This is a love story. No. This is a hate story. A story of being in love with one man, hating another, and needing both dangerously and, sometimes, inexplicably. This is a wretched story, and a story of disgust. Self-disgust, disgust of people and their bullshit tendencies, just disgust. And a little anger.
This is a story of dry, sarcastic, and self-deprecating humor. Of men and women who come together and fall apart . . . and come together again. For no reason. For the worst reasons.
I guess you could say this is a funny story. I can be funny. But mostly, I'm just pathetic. Mostly, people pity me. When they're not annoyed by me.
But, above all, this is my story. The story of Bella fucking Swan, the worst and most pathetic type of girl.
Well, I suppose it is more of a love story. Because Bella loves. But she hates just as hard and so much easier. I loved them both, but I also hated them. Loved them for their individual qualities and hated them for not being a single entity.
But we all want what's worst for us . . . right?
It happened too quickly. I fell too hard, too fast. And one of them responded the same. A few days of knowing him and he was already convinced he was in love with me. Already comforting me with a hug when a hesitant shoulder pat would have been more appropriate. A few days later and I belonged to someone else.
The other one, well I hated him. Hated everything about him. But he could fix me. I needed him.
I made a friend in this story. Well, two friends, I suppose. One turned out to be flaky, the other a straight up bitch.
This story will have parts that seem too quick and parts that go on for-fucking-ever. Like the first time in Edward's bathroom. Kind of long. And not all of it makes sense. And it's been a few years since it's all happened, so maybe some parts are missing. And even more are exaggerated. So it moves kind of quickly, but not really. But it's all necessary and I urge the victim reader to stick with it. Because it's that type of important. This story is more like scenes. The chapters, like scenes. There's not a lot of "After dinner, we went to the park and swam in the ocean for a bit before we headed to get ice cream." It's more like, "This important thing happened at the beach. Then this important thing happened over ice cream." End chapter.
Because these days are the most important in my life. And you must know it all to know me.
The purpose? I'd say it was somewhere between "My life is so interesting!" and "For the love of all that is holy, don't be an idiot like I've been." The first sounds better, so I suppose I'll stick with it. But I've been known to waver in my convictions. Without warning. And sometimes maliciously.
And the title? Well, I think you'll figure it out by the end. Because undying love was never really my thing.
And all in 10 days. Phenomenal.