"But…," I cried. "Why are you with her?"
"You were moving too slowly!" he growled at me.
"Excuse me! That's just my morale!" I sighed.
"Go away, please," his voice was tense. I sighed and walked off, my broken heart falling into the river… my lonely soul drifting off into the sea…. I walked to the ice cream shop, alone. Alone. That was the worst word anyone could ever hear. One was truly the loneliest number and the first cut was truly the deepest. I sighed and looked at my iPod. I began to play 'The Things We Do For Love'… that song would be stuck in my head the rest of the day….
A/N: I rather got the idea for this prologue reading the Guardians of Ga'Hoole. I finished the first book and I'm going to buy the second just as soon as I can.
Too many broken hearts have fallen in the river/too many lonely souls have drifted out to sea – The Things We Do For Love – 10cc
First Cut is the Deepest – Rod Stewart, et al.
One is the Loneliest Number – Three Dog Night