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.”
I know I have been slacking on this blog the last month, but so much has come up. Lost a loved one, someone very important to me, and the family, my beautiful grandmother. I still can’t sum up in words how I feel about her not being on this earth anymore. And then, there is the everyday stress of life and work. I lost my motivation to write for a while. Although, I have been tempted many times to pick it back up, but when I sit there in front of the screen, or in front of that paper, my emotions spill out right in front of me, unable to gather my thoughts and separate them as I try to work on my book. Instead, I end up with a journal like entry, and just delete the entire thing. Well, someone broke me from my gloomy trance the other day. I mean, I must have been so far gone, so out of tune, keeping to myself, if a simple reminder, a text from a friend, “You have friends you know? =)” opens my eyes to just how distant I was being.
I have always kept my feelings and emotions to myself. I hate drama, and I am always so worried to dump my life on to people I care about. I guess I never stopped to ask myself, “Do I have friends that care enough, that wouldn’t mind if I spill what’s been hurting me?” I have always been the listening, I am just not used to being the talker. It’s nice to have a friend, that slaps you around a bit, brings your mind back to earth and tells you, “We love you.”
More and more people have been approaching me, offering a shoulder, offering both listening ears, offering some time to take my mind off everything. And I am finding my stress to drift slowly away. With all the free room in the back of my mind, I have found myself drifting off to happier thoughts, old memories, beautiful memories, fun memories. I’ve thought about all the people that ever told me how much they love me, how beautiful I am, how charming I can be when I am not tripping on everything on the ground when I am always looking up. I start thinking about some of the great people I’ve spent time with, that looks at life in a certain way, who’ve taught me and inspired me to laugh at the small things, and take the big things with small, easy steps. There have been only a few people who I feel have made me the person I am today, and I need to remember, always, that I need to remain the person I’ve become, and not recline, I need to make them proud. They have put so much love and care into me, I would hate to make all that precious time spent with them, a waste.
One thought leads me to another, and here I am, back and inspired to keep doing better. Take all my pain, all my most loved memories, all my happiness, and put it all together, and complete a masterpiece and accomplish a long-dreamed goal. I won’t stop till it is finished. Book one will be completed, and I pray to God, there will be more influences to inspire me to writing more and more.
And on another note, I must get my hands on more canvas! I have run out and my mind has been going wild ever since the switch was turned back on! I’ve been sketching non-stop, I need to plaster all these thoughts with paint on canvas. I hope to be back here, continuing to post, whether people read this or not, it feels so good to get off my chest. To those who do read, I adore you, you are my inspiration.