Melany Fellington is a young girl who lives in poverty in a changed world. She doesn't have what others have the room to have, but family made what she has more than enough. During substandard times of oppression, a fatal interference threatens her...
Author's note: I know that this chapter is over a week late. I have a more busy schedule. I have to find the time to write when I have less time to spare. Thus, I'll try my best to find the time to. I'll also try the best that I can to stop a late update from happening again.
But now that I'm here and given that you have read this far into the story...I take it that you like it? Maybe you even love it? If that's the case, then I'm happy that you are loving my story. I'm really happy, like really happy that I may sound and look crazy. ButI appreciate you guys for any support that you give.
I love all of you so much and I hope that you enjoy this next chapter. 🤍
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(Thursday, September 20th)
The further that Melany and I emotionally are in the time of the last two days, terrified me. I was so terrified of what that would come to mean for us as partners. Even if we were soulfully bound together in the connection, I did not know that we could still be so emotionally distant from each other as much as we had grown to be in the past unbelievably short span and hours of a few days, and it's so difficult to see it happening to us in every second that passes.
And as I lay in the king bed with Melany on the opposite side with her back facing me, I laid with my stinging eyes facing the ceiling as I fought off the burning tears that wanted to spill from them. My back was against the surface of the bed, but I felt like I was sinking in the bed with the force of my dejection and sorrows because my other half wouldn't speak to me like we used to just days ago.
She let me hold her last night only because she was emotionally vulnerable and she wanted to be held, but as we slept during the long and peaceful hours of the night, she removed herself from my arms, and I awoke without her where she used to be in her usual spot. In the past two days my eyes have been seeing the woman's back more than my heart can take at night while we sleep. The both of our bodies have created a physical divide in between us by sleeping on opposite sides of this large king bed under us.
Each and every action between us that makes us even more far apart emotionally is in the times when we are supposed to allow the previous day to leave us, and let the next day embrace us, and during the time in between we should hold each other, and we should go to bed content and with a heart full of so much love. But as I hold her as she is unwilling be to held I can feel how much anger that she holds in her spirit towards every person that has wronged her and her family in this world, and I want her to know that I am not the world, that I will execute actions and speak words in terms of good will towards her, not the opposite, never the opposite. I will never wrong her, and I so desperately want her to know that her losses are also mylosses.
