Note: writers block sucks for real
That, alongside art block, are like the worst thing to exist
Note (from ao3): I am SO sorry for the long wait! I was stuck with writers block for this story for so long! And I just got rid of it recently!
The more I write for this story. The more I realize it's kind of a way for me to vent. Not necessarily in a bad way, don't worry! Just like, it's a way for me to, I don't know, write the first things that comes to mind. I swear I'm feeling good! But yeah.
There's some revelations in that chapter.
Enjoy!
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The librarian's daughter accepted to watch over Sherry while I was at the cafe with Emma. I was nervous. I never went somewhere alone with someone like that. Let along a girl.
Of course, I arrived early. She wasn't there yet.
I will be honest. I was scared and nervous about that, date? Could we even call that a date if we were only going as friends? Could we call each other friends? Anyway, I was scared she wouldn't come in the end.
As I was lost in my thought, I never heard her come from behind. I jumped at the sound of her voice. « Norman! I'm here! »
I turned around to face her. She was smiling, like always. I smiled back at her. « Emma. It's nice to see you. »
She let out a giggle as she went to the door and opened it. She let me pass first before following me inside.
« Have you ever came to that cafe before? » she was looking at me with her bright emerald eyes and her undying smile.
I shook my head. « No. I never went to a cafe before actually. » her eyes widened in surprise as she let out a small gasp.
« Then you should go find us a table and I take care of our orders! » she left to go to the counter, letting me alone.
Not really knowing what to do anyway, I went to an empty table for two, near the windows.
I was feeling... weird. You know that feeling where you feel like you're not you? Like everything doesn't feel real? Like you're in a constant dream? It's like you're watching someone else's life. That's another way I always feel beside always feeling down. Like everything isn't real. I hope Emma would not notice.
« Here we go! » I turned my head toward her when I heard her voice. I took the cup she was giving me as she sat down in front of me.
I gave her a smile. « Thanks. »
None of us really knew what to say. It was my first time alone like that with someone, but I already said that. Emma decided to break the silence after a while. I got startled a bit by her voice, not expecting her to speak. « Say, it might sound rude, that's not my intention, but, you seem pretty young to be a father. How old are you? »
My eyes widened a little, not expecting a question like that at the beginning of our conversation. « That's okay, I get ask that a lot. » I gave her a smile. « I'm twenty. »
This time, it was her eyes that widened. « We're the same age! Wait, then, how old is Sherry? »
I took a sip from my drink before answering her. « She's four. I adopted her when she was just a baby and I was... sixteen. » I avoided my gaze from her.
I felt her hand on my hand that was resting on the table. I raised my eyes to see her soft and tender gaze, smiling at me.
To my surprise, the conversations came naturally. Like we were old friends and we always knew each other.
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FanficI like the sound of the waves. They're relaxing. It break the silence of the emptiness and loneliness of the place. As the water was reaching my knees, I heard a cry. I heard you.
