Collision (Better #1)

Prologue

I come from a regular family.

My father was an honest worker, my mother a dissatisfied housewife. As for me… To tell the truth, I never quite knew how to define myself.

Most of the time, I had a clear sense that life was passing me by; I was too busy looking at it to actually live it. I hid behind the printed page, daydreaming of love.

Romantic, I know, but “romantic” is practically my middle name.

I spent entire days reading, wondering when it would be my turn and what it would be like. I imagined love as harmonious as a symphony. Light as the flutter of a butterfly’s wings. Gentle as a feather swaying in the wind.

That’s how I pictured it: easy, pure, romantic. Because that’s how it’s supposed to be.

But I was wrong.

For me, love turned out to be none of that.

From the first time he touched me, it was the twang of an electric guitar. An onslaught like a hurricane.

A soul’s fate sealed by its collision with another.

Because the truth is, nothing could have prepared me for this.

Because when you meet someone for the first time, you don’t know it…

You don’t know the impact they’ll have on your life.

You don’t know the power they’ll have over you.

You don’t know that every particle of your body will change, and that after, you’ll never be the same.