Prologue

                                    

                                          
      I met him at the office. There was something... something that attracted me from the moment I laid my eyes on him. My heart started pounding. He was and still is so handsome. So attractive, I dare even say beautiful. Few men can get away with beautiful, but I must describe him as such. His face is like someone painted it  scoulpted it. Like Michelangelo's David
He screamed dominance. He seemed powerful and elegant like there isn't anything that the world could throw at him that he couldn't handle. What was I next to him, someone running around trying to catch up to grown-up people? I am an imposture. I'm just pretending to know what I am doing, pretending to be brave, that other people and their words do not bother me. At the moment when his eyes met mine, I thought that I would pass out. He held his hand for me to shake but my palm was so sweaty. I wiped it, quickly, on my skirt but a corner of his lips quirk up a little, telling me that he noticed how nervous I am either way. After that, there were weeks, even months until I really took notice of him, and after I did... There was no turning back for me... But this isn't a story about him, about love, or about what happened to us. 
This is a story about emotions. About right and wrong, good and evil... Sometimes you think you have people figured out but it's not that easy. Some people use logic and they know what they are doing but some would say they are like robots. Others use emotions and praise themselves for being right because they felt like it was, but was it really? Is it always right to do something if you feel like it? Of course not, but that is not black or white, is more of a grey area. You need to see things from different angles to understand. Even then, who will judge what is right or wrong? I guess we can't know. We can live by our own moral rules, by what we think is correct, and if we are not hurting anyone it can't be that bad... Right?