I first met her the day I lost my cat. She was the one who opened the door after I rang a few times, and I was stunned for a couple of seconds. She was tall, beautiful and very skinny, with long brown hair and bright green eyes. She didn’t smile, she didn’t even try to, she looked overly disinterested and maybe a little hostile, as she hurried me with her un-relaxed speech. I was tired, it being the nth house I searched for my lovingly cat at and I had no idea how not to appear intimidated – which I obviously was – so I kept stuttering until she got a little pissed.

“What the is wrong with you?”she said. “I have no time for your stupid cat, so, will you just leave?” She seemed like a . And I had to soon learn that she was, indeed, a . Let’s just say I was somewhat warned. “Oh!” she continued, looking away somewhere on her right, “is this your cat?”she smiled amused, motioning someone to come over from her line of vision.

In a couple of seconds, that someone turned out to be a dog, a big Cane Corso, a very beautiful  sight if it wasn’t for… well… the cat between its jaws. Let me rephrase that – the dead cat between his jaws.

Words cannot describe the look on my face, which was in antithesis with her own amused grimace. Her beautiful  features were absorbed in the clearly mean personality she had, but could you blame her? She probably was rich her whole life, she had anything she ever wanted, she was a blessed person. But that didn’t excuse her horrible, horrible actions. That moment, that very moment was the one I knew I hated her with a passion.

She commanded her dog to drop my dead kitten on the floor, and then, with a disgusted face on, pushed its body with her heels until it was out of her hallway, on the porch. She then smiled ironically and proceeded to slam the door in my face. I still watched perplexed for more than ten seconds, until realization came over me and hot tears appeared in my eyes. It was just a kitten, why would she do that? Why couldn’t she show any remorse? Or compassion? Would she have liked it if I did that to her dog? Push its body disgustingly over to her, and then slam the ing door in her face? Why?

But it took me a whole semester to understand her, and now I am but a fool in love.

Hello, people. I have one request from you: please point out any possible mistakes in grammar, as English is not my first language and I wish to get better at it. I also don't speak it at all, I have learned it through some kind of osmosis, and I've only practiced it by writing/ reading, so please, if you could, tell me when you find a mistake. Thank you.

I would appreciate for people who are going to say homophobic stuff about the last part in the Foreword, this is not a yuri/ story. I do not read them and I do not write them, but I am all for gay rights since when I was really little. And before you say something, I am also experimenting, so don't judge. 

Also, I didn't feel the need to mark this as M. I will, though, probably write some M rated chapters. 

This story will be from the point of view of a character in the first part, and fom the point of view from another in the next. Who will be the second main character, you'll see then. Thank you for reading!