sometimes i wonder if certain stories are meant to be shared.
i find myself writing these stories – these lives and wondering if they should be kept silent or spoken.
the stories can be beautiful and sweet, lovely and inspiring – & others i find are heart breaking and empty, echoing silence and pain.
that is how life goes – a balance of joy and sorrow, failure and hope.
we have good times and we have bad times.
i’ve been writing about cayden and james and i love their story, and i’m still figuring out where to take it and how to develop it; but in the midst of writing about them i’ve found other characters other stories that needed to be written down.
today i wanted to introduce you to Bailey.
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. . .
Poison & Wine flowing through the speakers on the counter behind her.
The warmth of the water grounds her as she washes dishes.
The house is empty…it’s always empty.
She closes her eyes and allows herself a moment to remember – to day dream.
The weight of his hand as it rests on her hip, the smell of pine and bitter coffee, the safety of leaning into his chest.
hmmmm she sighs.
The hollowness – the ache is still ever present within her heart.
. . .
Another night, another slow song, the same man.
Soft shuffling of feet while they slowly dance through the kitchen. The sway of her hips as he pulls her closer. Pine and bitter coffee. His scruff tickling her neck as he nuzzels the spot below her ear. The feel of his lips tugging into a smile in between kisses.
. . .
Her eyes refocus as she turns off the water.
Wringing a towel in her hands her feet move towards the sofa.
Sinking in, wrapping a blanket around her, staring at the pictures on the wall a tear falls from her face.
. . .
Ice cream bowls sitting empty on the coffee table.
The movie had been finished for a while.
Tangled legs and blankets had kept them warm.
Darlin…it’s after 1am …he stroked her shoulder.
hmmm? she curled closer to him.
We should probably head on to bed…brushing hair from her face.
We are in bed…she replied.
A soft rumble escapes his lips…no we’re on the sofa.
Ssshhh sleep …she smiled and pulled the blanket higher.
. . .
*ping*
Her cellphone screen lit up with a text.
“just checking in, how are you B?”
Her eyes flicked to the empty spot next to her.
It had been three weeks.
. . .
She threw keys at his chest.
GET OUT!…she barked between gritted teeth.
GET OUT NOW!…
He looked broken. Good, she thought, she was broken too.
Why did he do this to her.
What made him want to throw everything away?
Bailey, let me explain …he reached for her.
Her body recoiled from his touch.
How could you? …she whispered.
His hand cupped her cheek, wiping a tear away, i’m sorry Bay…i love you. Will you please sit down and talk with me for a little while? We can figure it out.
Her shoulders grew heavy and her heart was empty, her mind spent.
Please….please just leave.
. . .
*ping*
Another message.
“Have you heard anything? Do you want some company?”
Her friends had been checking in on her regularly since he left.
Since she asked him to leave.
Days later her confusion was still ten-fold.
Looking around at the stuff they bought together.
The life they had started to build.
She didn’t know where to go from here…what step to take next.
She only knew that the smell of pine & bitter coffee confused her.
. . .
happy writing friends.
ps. frankly friday tomorrow. <3
happy writing friends.
ps. frankly friday tomorrow. <3
