When successful author Y/n Y/l/n is late for a meeting with Simon & Schuster, who knew that a little bit of intervention on the part of fate could possibly change her life?
Upon meeting Hailee Steinfeld, life seems to be a little different, almost...
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My eyes stay fixed on the monitor, still making sure that my grandmother's breathing. I've been staying at the hospital for about a month now.
It wasn't really ideal staying at the hospital, but it doesn't matter.
Never when I know my grandmother's in a bad place right now.
I'm reading a book I'd briefly borrowed from the hospital library. I'm not gonna lie, whoever put these books up the shelves have insanely great taste.
What I'm reading right now is something I've read over a million times — Romeo and Juliet. I know it all ends the same way... they both die in the end. And yes, they died by their own hands. But there's always something about that book that makes me want to turn the pages all the way back to the beginning.
I don't even know what I expect every time. It always ends the same way. Although I'll admit, there was a time I reread the book and thought that if I read it enough, maybe the story's plot line will change to a happier ending.
I was quite the character for a child.
Nevertheless, it's why they did it that intrigues me. They did it because they simply didn't want to picture the life ahead without each other. Their love was just so irresistible, like a drug. When it hit them, they just weren't able to help themselves. That's what I feel love is.
Without the literal death, that is. Or maybe it is, I don't even know. I've been out of it to even think about it now.
It's works like this which gets me to think — will I ever feel love like this? My thoughts — unlikely.
Not that I haven't tried before. I've actually been in a serious relationship. Surprise, surprise. And I wasn't kidding when I said that I imagine love to be that of Romeo and Juliet's — eternal.
When I love someone, I don't want to be able to imagine a life without them. I want to be able to defy the odds and be able to make it work... till death do us part.
I want to be able to hold someone during their good times and their bad times. I want to be able to look at them and always be able to come to the same face. I want to cry with them as much as I'd want to laugh with them.
And when we're finally old and weary, I wanna be able to die in their arms. Completely content with the life I'd lived with them.
She didn't feel the same way at all. Months and months of arguing and fighting with Angela and that finally came to an end six months ago. I'm relieved, if I'm being honest. Now off to work on myself. Maybe try to heal and focus on work instead of other things at the moment.
One of those things happen to be making sure my grandmother gets back on her feet. Her heart arrhythmia is getting worse and doctors do nothing but give me bad news.
