Cold Rejection

Thank You

I write because I love it. I get this powerful feeling when I create a character and a world that unlike my own.  The thrill of designing their personalities, traits, and flaws and then tracing their paths through life. To follow and empathize with their lives, it's beautiful in its own way to me. 

And to be able to share it with readers, my ghost, it's special. So... Before I get too cheese allow me to thank you. All of you who made it through this entire books But in particular, those of you who read, liked and comment, supporting me through my first official completed book on Wattapad. 

midnightrise89 who is my go-to person for covers (Honestly I suck!)

pandaMCmelon who is a wonderful friend and also act as my soundboard for story ideas. I trust he dearly and honestly My speedy updates are usually because of her motivation. She has her own story and if you want to, check it out!

ladydragyn, she is awesome and her stories are also great so don't be a stranger. You'll live and die all at once.

Annkuuphoo  and derpadoo who are almost always one of the first to read and like my every post. Yes I know I don't have that many readers, but with they never fail to make me feel special. 

Honestly, you guys rock! 

Now, because posting a notification without story content is not my thing, under the request of PandaMCmelo aka Pandisimo here is part of the epilogue. (the others will be followed in a separate chapter. 

Vanessa paused her advance down the busy crowded street and catch her reflection in the window of some small boutique. She ran a hand through her freshly blown out hair. She'd grown it long over the years and now she was thinking of having it cut once again. 

She ran fingers at the corners of her lips, fixing her lipstick and was in the process of reach for her kit to apply a fresh coat when she saw him. She stared through the reflection for a full minute before having the nerve to turn and face him.  And even then she didn't know what to do. They were parted by hundreds of people, a two-way street and vehicles randomly speeding by. It was like something out of a book. 

Vanessa had only recently given up in finding him in this large blue planet and now was dressed up in a little black dress, hair and nails did. Ready for a night out, moving on. 

And here he was sitting on the opposite sidewalk, sitting on a corner with his guitar in hand, his fingers expertly playing the strings. She listened and hears his voice, taken her back to nights sleeping in exotic motels, sitting between his legs, her back on his chest, his arms around her, his hands over hers as they help her hold the instrument and teach her to cords. They never got past 'mi'.

Vanessa bites down on her lips, feeling ridiculous, face filled with makeup, fancy dress on her back, Prada on her feet and Gucci on her arm when she knew he liked her best natural, naked. 

With a deep breath, she tasks the first step in closing the distance between him and then paused. Her blue eyes widen as his singing stops and his lips parted in a large smile welcoming another. A woman with red hair knotted in a bun. She wore printed pants, combat boots, and a band T. But the look in his eyes said she was flawless. The woman, a human, lowered herself beside him, they shared a kiss and Vanessa looked away, took a step back and turned to her reflected, she opened her purse and applied her lipstick and continued on 

She'd decided already! She was going moving on despite the tears she shed.