Helena
By Emily, age 19, Newfoundland
Sweet Designs Featured Writer
As far back as she could remember, Helena had been distant. She'd always had a hard time expressing her emotions, especially the 'lovey-dovey' kind. That lack of passion had never bothered her before because she had never known any differently. Helena had been raised as an orphan and had never been shown any kind of love or affection. But it didn't bother her, even then, because she had always played well by herself.
As she grew older, Helena never had to depend on anyone. She got her own apartment where she lived by herself, got a job, and put herself through university. She never found out who her parents were, nor did she care to, but she always imagined that she was given up for adoption because they were too young to take care of a baby. If there was one thing that Helena knew it was that she never wanted to find herself in that situation. Ever.
So over the course of six years, Helena earned a business degree, graduating at the top of her class. She was discovered by a modeling agent and began her self-managed modeling career. By nature Helena had a slim build, made perfect by her tough six-day workout regimen. But the crowds found it easy to love her. Her tough exterior made it impossible to take their eyes off of her. She never smiled, but she never dragged along. Helena was their new mysterious "It" girl who claimed fame almost overnight. Helena had no past to speak of, and people, especially her agents, only saw a bright future for the frigid star.
Once her feet hit the catwalk, Helena never looked back. She always put one foot in front of the other, never leaving room for imperfections. Helena had learned the hard way that making mistakes could lead to failure.
The people who knew her, which were few and far between, saw several men come in and out of her life. She never minded the company, but when the commitment issue was brought up, she'd send them on their way. Helena didn't do commitment, and she didn't take the word very well either.
Michael, however, intrigued Helena immensely. He was as mysterious as Helena, and he moved with a fluid like movement that was graceful yet planned. He did everything very precisely, never giving any explanation as to why. And why would he? Michael was tall, dark, and beautiful. He was the not-so-typical pretty boy that every girl wanted, refreshingly unaware of how attractive he really was. The most amazing part was that when he looked at you, you melted and froze at the same time. His eyes pierced into a space that was never known to exist before, as if running his thin fingers over it like a pianist before a practice.
The moment Michael walked into Helena's life everyone knew that something was different about this time. They couldn't help but notice that she blushed ever so slightly every time Michael walked into the room. Everyone knew that Helena had finally met her match: the male version of herself.