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2.11.17

OK to clear up a few things, this is not the finished product, so possibly things may vary and more with be added definitely, and about the date situation, in Australia, the date 2.11.17 is read as: 2nd of the November, 2017
And I understand that in America they read it as: February 2nd, 2017
Read the date however you normally do, it doesn't affect the plot in any way I just wanted to clear it up, right now that that's done please enjoy the WIP (Work In Progress) chapter of my new book 2.11.17 
Shipoverload out, peace!

Bio: 2.11.17 was the day that changed not only my life but my after life.
2.11.17 was the day that my life crumbled to peices.
2.11.17 was the day I wish never happened

Chapter 1:
I place my hand on his warm skin, the contact of skin on skin calming me, I gently rub my thumb up and down in a sweeping motion against his skin. I feel his arm wrap around me as he pulls me closer, rubbing his hand in the same motion as my thumb was, I look up into his almost grey eyes as a smile forms on his face, his eyes turning slightly more blue with happiness until they turn baby blue, the colour of a sky where a cloud is no where to be seen, I derect my attention back to the laptop where a horror movie is playing. The credits roll and I sit up and shut the laptop, placing it on the bedside table as he turns off the light and pulls me closer, I wrap my arms around him and whisper "I love you" a kiss on the forehead is my reply as sleep overcomes me, the cold blackness almost seems like a body of water. Memories flood my dreams, memories of past times I've been to the beach. The almost candy like smell as pheromone fills my senses as I drift deeper and deeper into a deep sleep. The kind of sleep that you never want to arise from, the type of sleep that is both relaxing and enjoyable. More sweet dreams seem to flood my head as I escape from reality. By the times my eyes flutter open light is streaming through the white sheer curtains as I look around my room, our crisp white bed sheets crinkled from sleeping, a small string of copper lights decorating the headboard, a large brown faux fur rug seeps out from under the bed with compliments the light wooded panels, I look over to find an empty bed as rub my eyes, a small smile appearing on my face. I look over to the right of the room where the ensuíte is. A open panel door gives you a very clear insite into the bathroom, just next to it another open panel door leads to the walk-in closet, lined with anything from dresses to pants, ties to shoes. I step into the bathroom and swiftly strip down, stepping into the shower. I blast the cold water to wake me up before turning on the hot so that steam starts seeping out of the shower, I quickly wash my hair and open the now foggy glass door to step out of the shower. The mirror is now completly fogged up with steam and I decide to draw a small heart in the corner or the mirror, I grab two towels and twist my hair into one, while I wrap the other around my body, beads of water still driving down my back and legs. I walk into the closet and pull out a pair of grey camo sweat pants that fill out at the hips and tighten around the ankles, I leave the black drawstring untied and exposed, I pull a oversized white tee over my head, leaving my wet hair to drip dye on the back of my shirt. I put on a pair of black ankle socks, I pull my still wet hair in a really loose messy bun on the top of my head, using a black ribbon to tie it. I leave my bedroom and step out onto the hallway. The sweet aroma of waffles fills the air as stumble my way to the kitchen, I turn a corner to see a small plate of waffles stacked neatly, a tiny dumpling of whipped cream complete them as a small white card sits in front of them, the note read:

'I don't want to be the ass that just leaves without any goodbye, I cooked you pancakes and i've already packed all my stuff and have left. I'm sorry, we're done
Yours sincerely,
James'

Tears swell up in my eyes, as I try and push them back as not to show weakness, but who am I trying to hide it from, no one is here anymore, or am I just afraid of showing weakness to myself? The tears start, slowing at first but getting heavier, until they become uncontrollable.