HERstory: The Prologue

This is not your typical story of boy meets girl. There was no eye-locking moment of epiphany. There was no dramatic, public declaration of love and devotion. There has not even yet been a kiss in which the background fades into fireworks and shooting stars. Hollywood may not be interested in our story but it is a love story all the same. One that only serves to prove the immense power of words and that two flickering computer screens are all that’s needed to bridge an 1826 mile gap.

By the time she met him, she’d given up on love. She figured one day she might find a nice guy who treated her right to whom she would eventually sign away her life in exchange for a warm pair of arms to sleep in every night. In her mind’s eye she saw so clearly the man she wanted, a smiling silhouette who laughed at all her silly little jokes, was as intelligent and geeky as she, and understood the importance of adventure. However in all her nineteen years of life she had never encountered anyone who came remotely close so she began to think he was merely a creation of her own overactive imagination. Of course it was just at that moment of surrender that Sabrael entered the picture.

Though she loved him from the start, boundaries had to be set. He was untouchable. They spent months talking for hours about absolutely nothing. They desired the presence of each other but couldn’t bring themselves to speak the truth they both feared so much. The nightmare changed it all. A flash of vulnerability and neither of them could fully go back to the way things were. They’d exposed themselves as human, all raw feelings and phobias, and after that the masks began to crack.

He was the first to say it. He said it so plainly and so honestly. There were no games, no false promises, no ulterior motives. Years of disillusionment had taught her that he could never feel for her the way she did for him, that it would never work out, and, the worst, that she would eventually hurt him. It was that idea which scared her more than any else. That was when she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she, Sorcha G. Dubhsioc, was whole heartedly in love with Sabrael D. Carroll and no matter what happened, letting him into her life was a decision she would never regret.

This is not the end of the story, it is merely the beginning. An introduction if you will. You enter here, dear reader, seven months into the story and two months into the relationship. What happens next none of us know but like all tales of love, it is a story worth telling complete with all the good times, the bad times, and everything in between.