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True love never dies	By : Crowesaga Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: True Love Never Dies
Author: Saga Pettersson
Feedback address: saga_chriz@yahoo.se
Rating (PG-13, R, NC-17): R will include a few parts with NC-17
Characters: Orlando, OFC,
Warnings (i.e. Slash, rape, etc.): None
Disclaimer: I don't know the actors that will and might appear in this fiction. I just have written it for my own amuse and fun. For me it is one way to exercise my English and see if I'm good at all to get things together. If you liked it I would be very glad to hear about it. Even if there is things that I might need to improve.
Summary: The story is about Camilla/Sofie that after an opportunity can visit London after several years. She is there on an assignment and also to meet some new friends. The destiny wants something more when she met an old friend and has to confront things that have come from a surgery she done a few years back. The thing is that she hasn’t any memory of the old friend or what sort of relationship they might have. Only that she lately has seen him in some films.
Thanks: To my friends that has helped me with the story and beta them.

* Introduction *
The time was opened … or should I say the door. Matter how I tried the ways was winding and a lot of thorns. I worked and worked to break the loop. Everything had seemed to go opposite from what I wanted.

Surely things should start to change for me. All I wanted was to get my life back on the right track. For so long now, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t seem to turn my life around. I thought the circle would be sealed forever … with me trapped inside. When would it turn around?

Little did I know what destiny had planned for me, or what the future had in store. After a long time, when everything looked dark and hopeless, a small light started to shine.

*Prologue*
Some of my problems had started about ten years ago, more or less, and they only got worse 1998. It began slowly with frequent headaches and migraine attacks. They were getting more and more frequent, with hardly any respite in between attacks. My first mistake was that I took no notice, thinking it was some transient problem that would eventually go away on its own. But when they didn’t disappear, I finally went to the doctor and got a referral for some major tests in the hopes of getting to the bottom of my problems. The news, although enlightening, wasn’t very elevating.

The test results showed a tumour in my brain causing pressure that was resulting in the headaches. The first test hadn’t clearly shown the whole picture. Soon more were ordered to find out just what was going on inside my head.

The doctors said I was lucky. I had sought help early enough for them to deal with it and they hoped for a full recovery after the surgery to remove the growth. I found it very hard to agree that I was so lucky. I had to have major surgery and probably a lot of further treatment afterwards. Maybe I would have felt better with a bit more people to give support. As it was, I only had my parents.

My sickness wasn’t the only thing that darkened my mind. My love life seemed to be in a permanent holding pattern. I was feeling like a bit of a failure in that department. After the surgery I was told I’d had a boyfriend, but I couldn’t remember. However, I had been led to believe it may have been better that way; my parents had strongly disapproved of him.

I tried desperately to get information about the relationship from my parents, but every question was met by a wall of silence. I hated them for it. I was all alone trying to find out about this relationship which seemed to mean a lot more to me than they realised. Not receiving any help in finding out anything about it only made the cloud hanging over me seem even darker.

I started to wonder: If he had been there to support me through the hard times, would things have been easier? Every time I felt like I was making progress, more things seemed to surface from unanswered questions: Why did my parents disapproved of him so much? Were they the reason for not being there by my side through the hard times? It seemed like not knowing the whole picture made me feel like everything was caught in an endless loop.

I waited until there was no other option before having the surgery. I was scared, with good reason. It was a difficult procedure and there were complications. The largest of which was the way my memory became messed up. Some things I had to re-learn from scratch, while others were just fragmented memories.

It was like putting together a giant jigsaw puzzle. Everyday I tried to put the pieces together in the right place. Some things seemed to be reversed while others just had no place to fit at all. However mixed up my memory was I was somehow sure that there were only tiny fragments missing. It become even more difficult when I realised that memories I thought were from my past turned out to be plot lines from books or films. I was unsure if what I had in my mind were even memories at all.

Upon waking following the surgery, I felt lost and alone. I longed for the support I’d hoped a few of my good friends would offer. They had all drifted away earlier in my illness when I was constantly having to refuse invitations to go out or requests to make something for them because of my state of health. I was very angry and disappointed in them because they seemed to be afraid to be near me, as if I were contagious. I felt so let down by them that I decide that they were no longer worthy of my friendship. Was it too much to ask for a little support when I was so close to death? I made the decision that I was better off without them so I cut them out of my life.

Thankfully, the surgery and follow up treatments eased the raging headaches. Sadly, though, they didn’t totally vanish. It seemed like I would only have an attack if I had done too much and really exerted myself. Over time I learned how far I could push myself before I had to slow down and rest. I could no longer be the outgoing girl I once was so I began leading a much quieter life.

While things were better physically, emotionally I was a wreck due to my memory loss. I tried to jog my memory by re-reading my dairies and going through old photos and possessions. There were still a few blanks that I couldn’t seem to fill. In the beginning I tried really hard to find clues, but after a while, I realised that it was best to just let them come on their own. I was scared that maybe some never would return.

After realizing that I should just ‘go with the flow’, I tried to avoid confrontations. I soon found myself very much alone. The way my parents had handled the boyfriend issue made it hard for me to trust the people close to me. I began to fear that I was being taken advantage of because of my condition. I was terrified of being dragged into a situation against my better judgment, and not being able to wriggle off the hook.

There were a few good things that came out of my situation. The most noticeable was my figure. During my treatment my appetite had deserted me and the extra weight I had been carrying around began to drop off. As soon as the doctors were satisfied with my recovery, I began training and was soon on the way to the body I had always dreamed of having.

After a lot of work I soon became very happy with the way I looked and I was determined to keep it that way. My genes would’ve made it easy to regain the weight I had lost. I didn’t want that to happen.

Through my rehabilitation I also found out that I had some talent for learning computer skills. In fact, as it turned out, I had a LOT of talent in that department. I took several courses in web design and became very good at it. I took my courage in both hands and decided to open up my own small, web design company. Soon I was making web pages professionally.

When the worst part of my recovery was over and I was well on my way to moving forward and forgetting all that I’d been through, I decided to do something that would show I was ready to start a new life. Since I never really liked my first name I decided to change it. I had always liked the name Sofie … so that was what I chose. As well as thinking it suited my new personality, I thought it would be an easier name to use in other countries that day I would want to travel.

Since I didn’t go out too much anymore, I spent a lot of time on the Internet. I saw it as a good way to get to know new people from around the world. I had joined a few groups on Yahoo where I met a few people that I got to know quite well. I let them get close to me and I even had hopes of meeting some of them in person someday.

After loosing several of my friends, I rarely told anyone about what I had been through in my life. If I did choose to talk about it, I just said I had been in an accident. Most of it I kept hidden inside. It got to the point where I was quite good at hiding the fact that I was not 100% restored.

Though I was slowly on the way back to a very good life there were things I missed. One of them was to meet and fall in love with a nice guy. It seemed that, no matter how many men I met, I just couldn’t find the right one. The most confusing thing to me was the fact that I couldn’t remember who I was trying to compare them all with.

When none of the men I met seemed good enough, I began having fantasies about film stars. Among the latest was a very handsome and sexy British guy. I would dream that, if I should ever meet him, he would probably be the one for me. When I would read an interview about him, he somehow seemed to be the type of man that I was weak for; the man of my dreams. I did think he may be a bit too young, but he had such dark, curly hair… and those luminous brown eyes...
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