MATTHEW
Sitting in the couch, with the television on some lame game show, I thought about Jeanne. I was thinking much about her. Adding words to my write ups, I cannot deny that I was drift away thinking about Jeanne. Can it be her? Can I open my heart again? Or will it remain close until it becomes cold?I curled in bed then Bernard, my furry cat, jumped over me.
“ Hey Bernard! I can’t wait to for you to meet her”
He made a sound. Meow!
I let out a smile.In my dream, there was the clashing of metal and muteness in the air, everything was upside down . I see her eyes closed and her wet hair covered half of her face. I smell the stain of blood slowly dripping from her head. We are upside down.
The car crash.
My fiancée.
Blood.
Death.
Lauren !My eyes widely open, my heart was racing and I breathing heavily inhaling and exhaling. It wasn’t a terrible dream. In fact, it happened to my life three years ago. I haven’t recovered an incident yet. I’m haunted by the memory of my fiancée. We are supposed to be together now, but it didn’t happen. I tried to relax. My burst of adrenaline fades.
The next few days, I spent my time in the office finishing some paper works, editing articles, contacting agencies. All I do is work. I realized that I’m struggling to have my life back. I wake up each morning hurrying myself for work. Go home exhausted from the office. I clearly have no time for myself. Work was like an epidemic. I was an example of a drenched workaholic.
I check on some tweets and while I was scrolling, I was surprised that an old friend is in town.
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Never Fade
RomanceVoracious reader, Jeanne Earl met startling and handsome writer, Matthew Verdon at a coffee shop one afternoon. Jeanne draws herself to how she feel about Matthew, but Matthew continuously denies of what he truly feels. As an Editor in Chief of a...