Arabella [m.c]

Prologue

Completely infatuated. That explains the way I feel about her, except my admiration is not short-lived. I have been in love with her for a year; since I was nineteen and her eighteen. And even though my love for her has been in my heart for the longest of times, I feel the same way about her as when I did the first day I kissed her. If not, more-so than before. Everything from her white bleached hair, to her beautiful brown eyes that shine brightly whenever she talks about something she's compassionate about. Her beautiful singing voice which makes me feel happy on the inside, to her groggy and tired sleepy voice which somehow turns me on. Everything about her is just perfect.

But there is just one problem.

She died yesterday.

And let me tell you, the story of Arabella Nixon and I, is most definately not your average love story.