[A/N: I finally did it! I uploaded my very first story! Read and Review! And if you have any ideas on how to better my story- or for suggestions- COMMENT ME! 3]

I guess I should do the disclaimer now:`( ALL rights to STOLEN go to the lovely LUCY CHRISTOPHER 3

Gemma POV

(Preface)

There are things in this world that have always both interested, and confused me. Rolling waves, right before a storm. Crashing against the cliff, against the shore. The way they churn in that rough, yet smooth pattern that almost seems hypnotizing. The bright, colorful clouds that hover in the troposphere during sunset. Or how time seems to slow down around you, yet the clock still ticks the same. All around you time continues to move by, and it's going faster, and faster. Time continues to pass, even when you don't expect it to. Every day I get up, and look into my mirror, only to see an older, more mature version of myself. Her eyes are deep endless pools of sorrow and pain. The brown and grey hollows under her eyes, tell that she hasn't slept well in months. I want the old version back. This one seems too damaged to function.

Ten years. It's been ten years since you invaded my life, and my dreams. It doesn't feel like it. I still feel like the young girl, you stole away to Australia. But in a way, I know that I'll never be able to be her again, my family and I still talk. But it isn't the same, I'm not the same. Their lifestyle just isn't one I want to follow anymore. In a way it's your fault, you know. If it weren't for you, I'd still be one of them. I'd be walking down the streets in London going on with my busy life in a city of fakes. You opened my eyes to many things Ty. And though I really hate admitting it, I wish that snake had never bitten me. I wish I was under the stars with you, covered in paint, while you lie next to me. You're the only one I ever felt like I could be myself around. And, hopefully, when I see you coming out of the police station today, that you'll forgive me, and we can go back to that little house in the Separates. Once upon a time a boy stole me away, promised me with attention and affection. He brought me the adventure of a lifetime, all for the sake of love. And now I'm going to see if he wants to continue the story we already started. It's never too late.