OMG! What is this? An update?!? xD I know, I know, this story has been neglected for a while, but I'm back on it again :]
Basically, life happened and got in the way. Started studying at the university, been working a lot, went through a bad breakup and had a close relative die are just a few of the things that's been eating up all of my time.
Dedicated to jo--king for the lovely comments, which finally gave me the energy to finish this chapter :] If you've been waiting for months for this one.... well, you know who to thank ;]
As you returning readers can see the story has undergone a name-change, and there's a new cover :] It took me forever to come up with a decent name, since I needed a theme that would work for the other books I have planned (this is going to be a triology, hopefully).
Since I haven't updated in forever I had to change plans for this chapter, so to thank you all for waiting I'm going to release some new information in this one - as well as go over everthing that's happened thus far, both for your sake and my own :P
Enjoy!
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I end up somewhere in that state in between sleep and waking, listening to the steady beating of Vivian's heart and his slow breathing. He's asleep for sure, which makes me think that he either must have gotten up very early or just didn't get much sleep at all during the night. Either way, as comfortable as I am resting on top of him, all snuggled up on his chest, I never do fall asleep and eventually begin to grow restless instead.
I carefully lift my head, gazing up at his relaxed features for a moment before I heave myself up onto my forearms and slowly start to sit up. Vivian stirs, but doesn't wake up as I untangle myself from both him and the blanket, which I drape back over him. A short search of the floor rewards me with my discarded clothes and after just a few minutes I'm silently walking back up the stairs to the first floor. For some reason I don't want to wake Vivian up just yet.
I don't know what draws me out into the backyard, but I find myself stepping out through the door in the kitchen and walking around to the patio outside. It's quiet out here, barely any noises at all aside from the occasional call from some bird to another. It's... nice. I feel like I can think more clearly.
The air is fresh, easy to breathe in that way it only ever is after it just having stopped raining, and a breeze rattles the leaves that are still clinging on to the branches of the trees surrounding the property, though the house itself shields me from the wind. The garden really is in a sorry state, though clearly it must have been beautiful some time ago. Even though it's been left to its own whims lately it's not at all hard to imagine what it would have looked like when I still lived here.
...still lived here. I make it sound like I've stopped. This is my home after all, whether I've been here for the past two years or not.
I'm startled by a sudden ring and it takes a moment before I realize that the sound is coming from my pocket, which has started vibrating as well. Somewhat bemused I fish out the cellphone Daz gave me from the pocket of my jeans, and my lips tilt upward in an amused smile once I see the caller ID read “Best Brother in the World”. I may not remember much about my brother, but I'm still not surprised that he decided to name his contact something like that.
-”Yo,” I greet him after having figured out how to answer the actual call.
-”Oh, good job, you remember how phones work,” he replies, and I can even hear the grin he must be wearing.
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