Author's Note: this is my first time attempting to write a book. I would like feedback, may it be negative or positive. I just want your thought on the prologue. Enjoy :)
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Guests laughed loudly, their crackles could be heard throughout the well-furnished ballroom. Certain guests wiped tears of mirth from their eyes; however, Alexander’s didn’t seem to stop. Swallowing the invisible lump, Alexander quickly got up and muttered that he needed to use the loo before walking away. Alexander eased the door shut and slid down the door. Curling his knees up to his chest, Alexander put his face into his knees.
Leaning his head back, Alexander drew in a shutter of breath, his chest hurting with each exhale. He licked his lips and tried to gain a cheerful mood.
Too bad leukemia doesn’t suddenly go away all at once.
Standing, Alexander stood in front of the oval mirror. His dark brown eyes, once vibrant, were now dull and bloodshot. Dark circles hung underneath them. He looked thirty instead of twenty-six. Hearing Jacque call out his name, Alexander inhaled a breath of air and flushed the toilet. He turned on the faucet and splashed his face with warm water.
Opening the door, Alexander took a deep breath, plastered a smile on his face and did the best acting he had to do.
YOU ARE READING
Silence
SpiritualAlexander is an unbreakable wall. On the outside, it seems like he has nothing to lose until he's diagnosed with cancer. Shutting out everything and everyone, he lives in the chaotic world, always living for the moment. His life becomes demoralized...
