Honestly, when I first met her, she reminded me of my first sweetheart. Except she was female. She had long soft brown hair, just like her, and the greenest eyes I'd ever seen, like little beads of ember stuck in between thick eyelashes.
"Hello," were the first words she said to me.
I was smitten. But, it's too soon to get to all that. I had to start from where it all began. With a knock on my door. Our door. From Marjory, the thorn in my side.
