This is what I'm thinking about for my next book. If you all are still wanting another book.
I'm wanting to do a spin-off buuuut idk how its gonna work at all. . . .
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It's been a year since Isabella passed. . .
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Clouds began to collect within the sky, the beautiful blue color quickly changed and darkened into grey. Large clusters of clouds were forming, blocking out the radiant color of the sun.
-Why did you have to go?" I ask as I stare at her gravestone. A tear rolls down my face wondering about the days we'd spent as kids. We were inseparable and I'd missed those days. the times where we could are carefree. Nothing to stress about except for everything every little thing. For us, when we met or lives were already broken in one way or another.
The memory of our last day together rewinds and rewinds and rewinds sort of in a neverending dream.
-She was on the ground in an unbelievable amounting pool of blood with me holding the wound so it might stop. Her dad not caring stared down at her with a smile so cold it killed me to even look at him "You have a decent life boy. I do know I will." He tells me and leaves. I'd witnessed my life shatter before my eyes. Blood seeped from my hands as I continued to apply pressure I tried to talk to her to keep her conscious tears streaming from my face, but in the end, I was too late, tons of blood was lost she took her last breath and it all went up in smoke.- this is a picture etched in my mind detail by detail that it'll never go away.
People are encouraging me to move on, but I'm so stuck in my ways so stubborn as people say, I don't want to let go. I don't ever want to let go.
Would you tell a person you only met everything from beginning to end?
Would you trust them?
Do you trust yourself?
Do you know who you are aside from who you were when they were alive?
What would it take for you to find who you are and eventually, will you ever recover from their death?
I have met some new people additions to my already huge group of friends. one in every of which one of girl by the name of Rory.
She's a friend someone I'd gotten to know well because she seemed to understand how to handle me and every one of the issues I came with. However, my friends believe we are more than just friends considering we're together twenty-four seven and the fact that I seem open to her more-so than any other person since Bella's death. She's just been a person I feel comfortable with as of right now. I haven't had alot of people I could really trust and rely on my whole life could this be different??
Please give me some idea of what to do next!
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