PROLOGUE

Warren

I never thought I'd ever fall in love; to me it had always been overly dramatised on TV and shown as something which was so magical and so wonderful. I never believed that crap... until it happened to me. My luck had never been the best; hell, I walk around with wings on my back, trying hard so cope with the high demands of not only society but who I should be through my dad's eyes. But when I met her, luck really wasn't on my side. The circumstances weren't exactly the best ways to meet someone. And no matter how hard we both wanted to make things work, the distance of God knows how many thousand miles was still a shadow weighing down on us.

The first time I ever felt love in my heart for a girl was something completely alien to me, so foreign, but somewhere inside me, deep down, buried under my pain and insecurity, it felt right and natural. I met her randomly one night, and I'm sure I somehow sensed her arrival in my life. You know that feeling, which lingers in the pit of your stomach when you're waiting for something so exciting, so thrilling? It was that. Only I didn't know what, or more precisely, who, I was waiting for.

I stand here now by my window, watching the thrashing rain outside with my arms folded. My reflection is dancing in the glass, disappearing every now and again as a bolt of lightning flashes through the heavens. She always used to tell me how perfect I am, how handsome, but in all honesty, all I see is a freak of nature. In all ways, she's the bright side of my life. I miss her so damn much.

All I can think of is the way it felt when she touched me, the way it felt to be one with her, and how it felt when she took my hand in hers.

Why did it have to be this way? I decided not to be cured of my mutation in the end, and it wasn't because she was stood beside me persuading me to stop, but because I remembered her words. She would always say how perfect I am the way I am. On that day, I listened to her for the first time. Everything she used to tell me I couldn't bring myself to believe.

"You can be who you want to be."

How was that possible? In my life I had never been allowed to be who I was inside, the man who was locked away behind high social standing and prestige. The billionaire side of me was something I didn't want; I want to be free...I want to be with her.

With Amy, the one I love most, I can be Angel.