"We are writers, my love. We don't cry, we bleed on paper"
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An ordinary human being, hoping one day, to get enought motivation to write all of the ideas.
Until then, the young writer will offer the sacred ideas to any passenger of this ship.
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Keira Mullings had everything a girl could ever wish for.
She had a job that paid her enought to buy blue cheese, red wine and grapes on Wednesdays, she had a great Dane named Pipa she loved to death (she liked to think Pipa loved her, too.)
And she had a fiance she couldn't imagine life without. Robert Finnigan was a swoon worthy man with eyes that twinkled with mischief, smile that could blind the sun and dimples that made even boys stutter.
Luck, even thought often been on Keiras side, had turned against the couple in a stormy night when rain poured down on the ground of England.
A flash of white and black, death took Robert from his Keira.
Now struggling with lethal wounds and heartbreak, Keira must find her way back to light, the life she so desperately had wished to live.
When everything seems to be falling apart, and angel of death with gentle touch and mesmerizing eyes comes to her aid.
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A bit to add: Tom was the one who crashed their car, he feels quilty and promises to do anything to help Keira out of her depression. It could be a very deep and fluff story if anyone ever decided to take it.
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