Hello!! ^_^ Just a quick disclaimer - this is totally non-canon (obviously xD) and definitely a work in progress. The main character's name is Elenóra Snow (or 'Emmy', for short) but you can insert your own name in your mind if you'd like :)

Hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading!

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Your memory isn't the greatest.

Well, that's not entirely true. You remember strange things - strange, minute details of everyday life that don't really mean much in the grand scheme of things: What you wore on the first day of 6th grade. The pack of gum your mom bought you once when you got a 100% on a spelling test. Your sister's favorite episode of Mork & Mindy.

The exact color blue of his eyes when you first looked into them.

It was a rather gloomy day in Buies Creek. Clouds gathered above the lazy farmhouses and empty streets, threatening rain and lightening and thunder. You were standing behind the counter at the thrift shop, counting out change for your latest customer. The air was stale and old, as it always was; being surrounded by mostly ancient furniture and assorted oddities made things stuffy almost 24/7. You gave the woman her money and your usual happy worker "Have a nice day!", and just as she was leaving and you were checking your watch to see how much time you had left of this torture, the first thunder cracked in the sky. You looked up to check for lightning and it struck you. It struck you right in the chest.

"So this is only a buck forty?"

You were at a loss for words. His hair was jet black and messy, creating a great contrast with his bright green Star Wars t-shirt. His fingers were wrapped around a Merle Haggard 45 that you had been thinking about buying for yourself at some point but had never happened to get around to it. And those eyes...

...you'd never forget those eyes.

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Sorry it's so short! I thought I'd start this off with just a brief prologue. The next chapter will be much lengthier - cross my heart! c; Thanks again! ^_^