A new WIP-Short; Untitled!
I am taking a breather from the PNR series that I am writing and decided to do something a bit more contemporary. The end product of this story will most likely amount to a short story, or a novella at the most. Now, keep in mind, this is a pretty raw and unedited excerpt; and while it might not be the best thing ever, just pleeeasee remember not to steal–it is hereby copyrighted.
I want to share this with you all and thank my friends and family for the support given thus far. ❤
High school sweethearts bump into each other in the most unexpected of places. Devin hasn’t quite grown up and Lilly is a single mother to a four year old boy who has just been diagnosed with cancer. After a fresh start into their rekindled friendship, Devin begins to realize just how delicate life is and what a blessing it truly is. Will he open his eyes to the world around him, finally? Most importantly, will he accept the path that fate has led him to?
I am writing in both her’s and his POV. And this is just a little sample:
Everything about her was delicate; from the curve of her lips, her slim frame, to the gleam in her soft grey eyes, she was just as I always remembered her– a porcelain doll made for gentle hands; and when she looked up at me with that hopeless, yet, silent plead churning within her gaze as if she were too afraid to voice her need for warm comfort, memories of us in high school and college came flooding back to me and I’m unable to recall a time she ever projected so much pain in her expression.
Suddenly, I’m filled with the familiar emotions which had inhabited my soul every minute of our years together, so long ago, and the love and protection I once felt for Lillian, has heightened into a capacity I never thought possible. My heart breaks as I take in the sight of her unusual demeanor, her tear-welled eyes causing mine to brim with tears of my own.
My Lilly, fierce woman with a heart of gold, is now in shambles and I want my hands to be the ones that catch her as she falls. Dare I ask what has set her in such gloom. I brace myself, prepared for her answer, assuming right away someone was going to get their ass kicked tonight; but her answer was nothing I expected and I sag in my seat as the words left her trembling lips, “Caleb has cancer.”