What Dreams Are Made Of

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Chapter 1: Heartache of two forbidden lovers

November 1st 2011 the day after Halloween, single mother of 3 and grandmother of 2 Reba Nell Hart, sat looking out the window of her home in Houston,Texas, a place where she used to love to be when all her children were around and she still had her husband, but that was all gone with the wind now and had being for quite a while, her children were all grown up and didn't need her like they used to, and her divorce to brock happend almost 1 years ago.

A sigh escaped her soft red lips as she thought about how this years halloween had being such a bore to her, every year she would decorate the house up with all sorts of ghosts and witches and pumpkins, everything and anything related to all hallows eve, the Hart family tradition was to scare all her children but this year was different, she had nobody to scare, or at least try to scare, she knew the family tradition died years ago but somewhere in her heart she had to try and keep it going, if only for her grandchildren, Elizabeth who would be 10 in a couple of months, and ethan who would be 4 on christmas eve.

Looking around her she realised how empty her life really was, barbra-jean never came around much anymore either, after brock and her decided to get the divorce in the end... and brock? she never saw him, which hurt her alot more than it should have.. after all she didn't love him anymore... right?

Reba sighed shaking her head to rid her of her thoughts as if she was trying to get rid of a fly on a warm summers day back in Oklahoma when she was just a young woman, with not a care in the world, thinking back to when she was younger and the day she met brock brought a smile to her face, oh how she wished they could go back to them days, when the only trouble they had was the playful who loved who more fights, which 9 outta10 times she had won.

A smirk crept across her soft pink lipglossed lips when she thought about how when they were married and how they would settle on them both loving each other the same amount and then continuing their "fighting" behind closed doors, shaking her head of them thoughts she silently scolded herself, she shouldnt be thinking about those kind of things, he was her Ex, as in Excuse me no more sleepless nights with him.

Standing up she made her into the kitchen were she set her coffee mug in the sink, leaned against the counter top and took one more glance around the now almost empty house, she had a few more things to pack before her big move from Houston to Nashville,Tennesee, her life in Texas was well and truely over with, and it was time she accepted that and moved on.

She had written letters too all her children and one for her grandchildren, and her last one was to Brock... Brock Enroll Hart, her one and only true love, also the man who had taken her heart and broke it into a million little pieces, and stomped on it, but she continued to love him,why she couldnt figure out, she just knew she loved him with all her heart.

Walking out of the kitchen she made her way up the stairs to what used to be her and brocks bedroom and then just her own, a room that had so many memories, all the nights she'd spent wrapped up in her husbands arms and how she'd wake up the next morning the exact same way, upon opening the bedroom door she walked into the middle of what was now just an empty red room, her heart broke a little more when she stood looking around, everything was gone, all her pictures were packed and the furniture was in the truck which was already on its way to nashville where she was starting her new life in hope to become a country singer like she had wanted from the time she could talk.

Turning around she screamed as her hand flew to her chest, "Brock? dont do that! you almost gave me a heart attack!" she said as her breathing began to return to normal much like her heartbeat, "sorry.." he said softly as he leaned against the door frame of their used to be bedroom, "your really leavin'?" he asked with sadness in his voice and tears in his eyes, but been who he was he didnt let the tears fall. Nodding her head she let out the breath she didnt even realise she was holding and gave him a sad weak smile "yep... furniture is on its way to the new house right as we speak.. i'm leaving now in a few minutes," she said walking past him and down the stairs.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 03, 2013 ⏰

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