A/N: My newest story, and yet again, I am stepping out of my comfort zone with this. Anyone that has read my previous stories will know that I tend to say that a lot. But this one has been my greatest challenge yet, and I am really excited about it. I hope that you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Thank you to the wonderful Irritable Grizzzly, for her beta magic and support for my crazy ideas.

Disclaimer: If owned Twilight, I'd keep Edward for myself.

Prologue-Everything but nothing

BPOV

This was not what I wanted, yet it was exactly what I dreamed.

From the moment that I had made my career choice, I knew that nothing would be simple. My mother had always believed that I was out of my depth, over compensation for something that she or my father had failed to give me as a child. The truth was, it was a vocation. One that made my heart ache and left me exhausted and shaking, but it was everything to me. The only thing that I was born to do.

Until there was him. Until I did something that was unforgivable, disgraceful and horribly wrong.

I had fallen in love with a boy who didn't even know what it was to love.

I can't count the number of times I had heard that statement from my friends, in novels and even the occasional movie. "The emotionally stunted, but devastatingly attractive male protagonist, who would never really understand what it is to love..." Then the female weeps in despair as she realizes that a man like that will never be worthy of her time. We all feel sorry for her, knowing that at some point in our lives we have all come across the stereotypical 'man who cannot love'.

But I am not the victim of this piece. I'm the instigator of a crime.

Hewas everything I could have asked for. He was the epitome of my fantasies in every way. He was caring, beautiful, intelligent and self-sacrificing. He was the part of me that I didn't know was missing. As romantic and childish that that sounded, it was true. I did not see the obvious when I looked at him. I could only see the part of him that I knew.

I loved him more than I ever thought could be possible in reality. With that love, I brought a world of passion, intensity, desire, confusion, jealously, heartache and closeness. I brought him a world that he could never be a part of. I was taunting him, dangling it in front of his nose, highlighting the extreme differences between us, telling him he would never be good enough.

This is my love for you, and you will never be able to comprehend what that means, never feel even a tenth of what I feel for you.

Do you still feel sorry for me now?

A/N: The first full chapter will be up shortly. Please let me know what you think with a review.