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(2) Robert Lewandowski

Writer's Block

Lia let out a sigh, tapping the top of her lip in frustration as she pondered over a sentence. It just wasn't seeming to work. Each time that she would put pen to paper, the idea would fly from her head, leaving her with a blank piece of paper and a frustrated expression. Knowing it was slightly childish yet doing it anyway, Lia threw her pen onto the table. Deciding she might as well go all out, she pushed herself away from the table, pushing the chair back into position with a loud crash.

She hated college.

Still fuming, she strode into the kitchen, ignoring the brown haired young man washing dishes in the corner. Her roommate looked up as she entered, knowing what was frustrating her without having to ask.

"The chocolate is in the top cupboard if you want it," said Robert, turning back to the washing up. She thanked him, clambering up onto the worktop and reaching into the topmost cupboard. He'd have to rehide the chocolate stash later that night, Lia's addiction to the sweet substance making it hard for chocolate to be kept in their small apartment for longer than two days. "So, what is it this time?"

"Can you remind me why the hell I took English Literature with Creative Writing again?" she asked, opening up the bar and breaking off a line. She stuffed it into her mouth, swallowing with difficulty as she attempted to speak. "I hated it at school. I can't remember a time that I liked the damn subject. God, I need help."

Robert looked over at his friend, an eyebrow quirked upwards as he studied her. "You're crazy, Lia."

"What?"

"Do you not remember that time you begged me to read the story you wrote in class in year 9?" he questioned, grinning at her. "If I recall correctly, it was really good too. Don't think I don't know about that work in progress on your laptop either or the constant ideas you jot down in that small notepad of yours."

"That's different," she argued. "That's for me, not some stupid grade."

"Just try," he told her, discarding the marigold gloves and crossing the room to stand in front of her. He placed his hands on either side of her. "Write something, anything. I know you can."

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"I managed to write something," announced Lia, walking into Robert's room and throwing herself on his bed. He turned in his chair to face her. She was holding a piece of paper in her hand with her familiar scrawl covering it. "Now, come sit here so I can read it to you."

He moved to rest beside her on the bed, sliding his arm beneath her head as they both lay down. She held the paper in front of her face and began to read, her voice filling the room.

When she finished, she looked over at him anxiously to gage his reaction, almost shocked to see the smile on his face. He brushed a kiss to her cheek, a proud look on his face. "Beautiful."

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