Bittersweet

Prologue

Ah, beautiful New York.

The huge skyscrapers, the Broadway shows, the variety of people. The lights, the cameras, the action!

Oh. Did I forget something?

Yeah...I can't forget the other side of NYC.

I just shiver at the thought of beeping cars, homeless people, weird puddles in the middle of the sidewalk that have random dirty socks in them, and, oh God! The smell! It just makes me want to throw up!

Okay, okay. Enough of that. Don't judge. New York really isn't as bad as I said in the second part. I personally love New York. I get inspiration. I don't live there, of course. I'm only...visiting, per say. You see, I'm just a random person in the Big Apple. Well, not so much of a random person.

I'm a writer, and I've been following Maddy and the other person's name's love story for over a year now. You'll know in time what his name is, I promise. Anyways, I think it's time to tell it this story.

So, I just realized how all this sounds, I. Am. Not. A. Stalker.

I repeat. I. Am. Not. A. Stalker.

Many authors do this. You didn't know that? Well, now you do. So deal with it. I think that this love story is amazing! So why not share it?

And it just so happens to begin when I was sitting in the lobby of a penthouse building.

I was going over some papers on my computer when I saw a girl with carmel brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. come running out of the elevators. She looked panicked and like she was in a hurry.

I packed up my stuff real quick and ran after her. I knew that I could write a lot of stuff about a young girl in New York, all frazzled. I mean, I needed to practice my mad writing skills. As I ran after her, I started getting tired. I am a twenty-five-year-old woman. I write. I don't get out much.

Thank goodness she went into the subway. I finally caught up to her going on the train to two-hundred and West fifty-first street. I took out my phone and started typing everything I saw, not knowing what was coming.

So this is where the story begins. Now, remember, this is the story of them. I will not be in it whatsoever, even if I did follow them all over God's creation. Well, not really. Some things will be made up, of course. I mean, who in their right mind would hide in a closet just to write a book? Not me, that's for sure.

Anyway, I do hope you enjoy.

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So, this is a new book I thought of for NaNoWriMo.

Most characters are made up, by the way. Oh, and the author following their love story? Also made up.

I have a lot of mistakes, so don't mind them. For now, follow along, and I hope you enjoy.

-Makayla (Invisibles_LeoV) 😄