beyond the pages

chapter 2

Love is Real
Chapter1 :

Miles's POV

I opened my eyes to the soft hums of typing. Curiosity piqued, I walked toward the sound. A beautiful woman sat at the desk, her brow furrowed in concentration.

As she groaned, exhaustion etched on her face, I smiled. "She's stunning," I thought.

I stood before her, and our eyes met. She smiled.

"Hey, I'm miles," I said, extending my hand.

"I'm a reader," she replied, her voice angelic.

Before I could respond, she faded away.

"Wait! Where are you going?" I yelled, feeling a pang of regret.

Her final words echoed in my mind: "I'm a reader."

I chuckled, remembering her heavenly voice. "Angel," I whispered, making a mental note.

Determined to find her, I headed to the bathroom to get ready.

My heart longed for someone to love me unconditionally, regardless of who I was or where I came from. Did such love exist?

I stared at the mirror, my reflection a reminder of my search. Unconditional love seemed a myth, yet I held onto hope.

Memories of my past haunted me - lost love, shattered dreams, and the ache of emptiness. My eyes locked onto the faint scar above my left eyebrow, a constant reminder.

I turned away, unable to face the ghosts. My heart yearned for someone to love me, flaws and all.

But did such love exist?

I dressed, my mind wandering to the mysterious reader. Her angelic voice lingered, a beacon of hope.

Perhaps, just perhaps, she held the key.

Chapter ends

                     Emily Williams

As I closed the book after reading the first chapter

My mind swirled with questions. Why had Ana written "a reader" into the story? Who was miles? What drove him to seek love so desperately? And who was that elusive girl?

I felt an inexplicable connection to the characters, as if their struggles mirrored my own. Ana's writing had woven a spell, drawing me into the world of "Love is Real."

As I sat in the silence, the room seemed to fade, replaced by the echoes of miles's words. His longing for unconditional love resonated deep within me.

Suddenly, the mysterious voice from earlier whispered in my mind: "You shouldn't have read that."

I shivered, wondering if I had unleashed something by reading Ana's book.

Miles's words resonated deeply. His search for unconditional love mirrored my own.

Why did Ana create miles's character this way? Was it a reflection of her own experiences?

I felt an inexplicable connection to miles, as if his struggles were mine. The mysterious voice whispered again: "You shouldn't have read that."the voice made me startled and i closed my eyes I'm really hearing things now  "Or what if it's real?" My subconscious asked but i pushed the thought away

I couldn't stop now. I had to know more. Determined, I opened the book again, only to be interrupted by my father's voice.

"Emmy dear, dinner's ready."