hiatus
I'm back. I haven't been writing much but I have been casually working on an untitled project.
His hand stroked her cheek softly, like rose petals, like the silk of her bed sheets. He smiled as she closed her eyes.
“I remember every word you say,” she whispered to him, bringing her fingers to rest on his lips. She slowly opened her eyes, sliding her hand down to the collar of his shirt. He was silent for a minute, using the time to catch his breath.
“Em…” His eyes were heavy as he took her hand. “Em…”
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“Emilie!” She woke up to a booming voice at her door. Sitting up on her elbows, she blinked her eyes a few times, getting them into focus. Her next door neighbor, Tommy, was at her bedroom door. He shrugged. “Your window was open. I was wondering If you wanted to have breakfast with me.”
She mumbled, slowly pulling the covers off herself. “What, Starbucks and a cigarette?” He chuckled. “Breakfast of champions.” He raised an eyebrow at her duck pajamas. “So, yes or no?” Emilie sighed, running her fingers through her sandy blonde hair. “Fine, sure, let’s go.” Tommy shook his head, “Please, get dressed first!” And for once in that whole week, Emilie laughed.
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“It’s like we’re still in love. Like we’re still meant for each other. I can’t get it out of my head,” Emilie softly spoke as they walked down Fifth Avenue, coffee in hand. Tommy lit his cigarette, inhaling deeply. “It’s just a dream. Dreams like to fuck with you. Did the same thing with me when I broke up with Roger.” Emilie sighed, shaking her head. “But you guys weren’t planning marriage! Zack and I were. Until…you know.” Emilie shakily took a sip of her coffee, crunching an autumn leaf under her boot. She paused in her tracks, taking a seat on a iron bench on the sidewalk. “I can’t think of this anymore. It’s over. I need to move on. I’m a mess. A mess.” She set her coffee down next to her, resting her head on her knees. “Shit, not another attack.” She breathed in and out, trying to calm down. Tommy sat next to her, patting her back with his free hand. “Want a cigarette?” Emilie sat up, and grunted. “You really want me to have another addiction? God, I swear, Tommy, you are no good for me.” Tommy smiled, turning his cigarette off. “Neither is this obsession with your ex. You need to move on! And I have the perfect solution.”
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It's very rough and unfinished. I'm not sure how I want to divide it up yet. But I wanted to post it anyway.
His hand stroked her cheek softly, like rose petals, like the silk of her bed sheets. He smiled as she closed her eyes.
“I remember every word you say,” she whispered to him, bringing her fingers to rest on his lips. She slowly opened her eyes, sliding her hand down to the collar of his shirt. He was silent for a minute, using the time to catch his breath.
“Em…” His eyes were heavy as he took her hand. “Em…”
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“Emilie!” She woke up to a booming voice at her door. Sitting up on her elbows, she blinked her eyes a few times, getting them into focus. Her next door neighbor, Tommy, was at her bedroom door. He shrugged. “Your window was open. I was wondering If you wanted to have breakfast with me.”
She mumbled, slowly pulling the covers off herself. “What, Starbucks and a cigarette?” He chuckled. “Breakfast of champions.” He raised an eyebrow at her duck pajamas. “So, yes or no?” Emilie sighed, running her fingers through her sandy blonde hair. “Fine, sure, let’s go.” Tommy shook his head, “Please, get dressed first!” And for once in that whole week, Emilie laughed.
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“It’s like we’re still in love. Like we’re still meant for each other. I can’t get it out of my head,” Emilie softly spoke as they walked down Fifth Avenue, coffee in hand. Tommy lit his cigarette, inhaling deeply. “It’s just a dream. Dreams like to fuck with you. Did the same thing with me when I broke up with Roger.” Emilie sighed, shaking her head. “But you guys weren’t planning marriage! Zack and I were. Until…you know.” Emilie shakily took a sip of her coffee, crunching an autumn leaf under her boot. She paused in her tracks, taking a seat on a iron bench on the sidewalk. “I can’t think of this anymore. It’s over. I need to move on. I’m a mess. A mess.” She set her coffee down next to her, resting her head on her knees. “Shit, not another attack.” She breathed in and out, trying to calm down. Tommy sat next to her, patting her back with his free hand. “Want a cigarette?” Emilie sat up, and grunted. “You really want me to have another addiction? God, I swear, Tommy, you are no good for me.” Tommy smiled, turning his cigarette off. “Neither is this obsession with your ex. You need to move on! And I have the perfect solution.”
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It's very rough and unfinished. I'm not sure how I want to divide it up yet. But I wanted to post it anyway.