If someone asked him when exactly he fell in love with Sara O'Brian, he wouldn't have an answer for he was already in love with her before he even knew what it was. He was almost four when he had seen her. He still remembered the first time. She was born with a hole in her heart. Watching her from the glass window, he had recognized her small eyes in those many new born. When he held her, the smile she gave him was still engraved in his mind and yet he never was able to remember anything else from those times- not what his parents looked like or his teachers or even himself.His every memory was imprinted by her face from that moment. He had found the meaning of love when he was twelve. It was just some poet who had described love in one of his mother's literature books. And before he knew it, middle school ended. And each passing year had made him rougher, quieter and crueler. The reali

The blood was rushing to his head.He had taken every beating, every bullet and every stab to not be standing in this moment.And no matter how many times his unconscious had tried to prepare him, ready him- nothing could estimate the time he was now standing in.He was feeling like everything he ever did in the name of Sara O'Brian had gone to waste. His whole existence felt like a waste.Because the end of this story seems so unpredictable. He had always thought if someone had to die, it was him. He was suppose to die for her, he had given his whole life so she could breathe so why...why just for his few counted breaths, she put her own life on the line?He didn't want to be here,

Dean has been in many life-threatening situations in his life, knife fights to gun fights to fist fights- he has done it all. Yet there never has been a moment where he had feared for his life. Bleeding, bruised, he has always known that he would make it.But at this very moment, he was very scared for his life. He had woken up in a blissfully painful position. O'Brian had her one leg draped over his thighs. Her hand was on his bare stomach from where the shirt had slide up. Like a meal set against a hungry man, and he was starving. She looked too mighty delicious to not eat. In the shadow of the rising sun which was peaking from the window, she was a sight so damn beautiful that he couldn't breathe.It was terrifying.Gulping as quietly as he could, he tried to get her hand away from

He could feel himself started to sweat again, heat palming itself to his skin. Looking at the clock, he decided he still had time to take the third shower of the day.Pulling fresh clothes, he jumped into the shower- taking his time to scrub himself off the imaginary dirt and sweat. After almost dumping half of the contents available in Drake's bathroom on his body, he was satisfied. He dried himself, and decided to go with a full sleeve t-shirt this time.The deodorant bottle was gasping for air when he was done with it."Hey, you wan----holy shit. How are you breathing?" Drake demanded when he entered the room, his hands going towards his nose to cover it. The room was smelling so strongly of the spray that it was watering the eyes.

"I'm sorry, bab---" the shoe landed hard on his face.He was a little glad it was just a tiny pump and O'Brian didn't wear heals or he can't even begin to imagine what would happen to his face.Before he could say something else or even stop feeling the pain from the shoe on his face, a small pillow smacked his face.Her habit of throwing things in anger will continue to exist so before she could throw something dangerous on his face next, he rushed forward and grabbed her wrists.Her angry eyes stared back at him.He grinned and leaned down to smack a loud kiss on her lips.And then his lips were almost bit apart from his mouth.