I know, I know. One. Whole. Year. has passed without an update. It wasn’t without reason. I’ve been writing. Working on a story that I love and am actually happy to submit to be my first published work. Yay. Because Sliding Doors is so different from said story, it has been hard to jump back and forth. But alas, I have arrived at the end of that story and am able to focus a little more on SD. So, here it bees. I don’t know how long this series will be. I have a few more chapters in my head that I feel may complete the story. We shall see.
anyhoo. Sharing is caring and comments are always welcomed. Hope you enjoy!
It was hardest at night.
When the moon took over the sky, she couldn’t cope. Not with Nathaniel’s arms cocooned around her, his sweet Altoid breath browsing her skin with each exhalation.
She just couldn’t cope.
Dishonesty had a way of eating at your interior, deteriorating your soul until there was nothing left of you but Empty. These lies on top of lies on top of … more lies, had simply hollowed her. This guilt was digging a grand canyon day by day. She hated regret, hated the missteps that happened when she chose want over gut.
“You awake?” Nate’s groggy voice filtered into her ear through the thick beige comforter pulled tightly over it. His body on the outside, tightly formed to hers. No matter what the weather, he hated sleeping under the covers.
He shifted, leaned his concerned forehead to her cheek. “Something wrong?”
“No.” Attempts at full sentences failed, wetness gathering anytime she’d tried to have a real conversation with him in the last week.
She was depleted of all will. A well of emptiness about to run over.
Each time her cell rang, she nearly jumped. Anticipating the inevitable call from Nigel had her almost shaking, worry chasing through her veins like a bitter shot of whiskey. She didn’t know if she should be more concerned that he hadn’t called, or that he would. That she’d had to leave a message so impersonal, so desperate, on his voice mail, left her fighting tears and the urge to spill all to Nate, just to spite Nigel. Continue reading