Life as the sidekick

Life as the sidekick

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Apr 22, 2018
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We've all been there. Everyone has their moments when they think someone else is getting a bit too much attention. Like you are just the shadow of them, doing everything you can but never getting noticed. ...Okay, that got a bit too deep. But you get me, right? Yeah, I know the feeling, after all I am just a sidekick. So basically a worse version of the main character. You could say my life was heading smoothly, normally or whatever, before this new boy came to town. (No, this isn't a romance story so get those weird thoughts out of your head right now!) I guess you could say he changed my life forever. (Typical romance book line but this is still not a romance book!). He made me enter the world of... What do you call it? Stories? Books? Films? I dunno which one. All I know is that he is the main character and I'm tagging along. Yea, yea, I'll get to that part eventually! You know I'm actually surprised why you haven't clicked away yet, this book is poorly written - after all it lacks the amazing writing of a main character - and will probably be the weirdest book you have ever read. Anyways... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ~Prober blurb starting here~ When a guy by the name of Cyrus Kerloy comes to town, he suddenly awakens the secrets in Roselock (which is the cringe worthy name of my town). Soon, the mysteries of the place begin increasing at a noticeable rate and the two of us are forced to take action. But the thing is, a book is not a book when at least one character knows it is a book. Why? Because when one character knows it's a book he or she messes up the entire plot and the 'happy ending' is just not always available anymore. Look, I know that was proper blurb short, but meh. Lots of blurbs are short. So go on and read this weird book if you wanna see what things are like from the sidekicks view. ...Bye
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"I love you," Johnny murmured, clutching my wrist to the point I could not pull away no matter how much I tried. "Stop it," I snapped, "Stop saying that!" "But I do, I love you, I want you, I need you to remember," He was pleading now. "Stop, quit pretending-" "There is no pretending," Johnny said with absolute clarity. "I love you and I will love you until the day I die. You don't remember now, but you used to love me too Rosey. And I will love you until you love me again, even after I die, and if there is a life after this I will love you then, too." I stared at him as he poured his heart out; he was moving away, for once he wasn't trying to get me to love him. I was doing it myself. "Will you ever give up on this?" I asked. Johnny shrugged, "Someday, I suppose I'll give up, and sit in a rocking chair. But I'll probably be rocking fast, because I don't know what I'll do without you." ----------- Rosemarie Curtis' story has seemed to come to an end. Everything is lost. Nobody can forget. Nothing is the same. Now the gang seems to have to wrestle the past, rebuild on the ruins inside them. But sometimes life has a twisted way of bringing back something you've lost. For Rosemarie's story is just beginning. But there was no way the gang could scrape the earth clean, and keep thinking they could start again. Because even though Rosemarie is alive, her memories of the past are gone. Her mind had left them; she has now gone wild and wary. She remembers no feeling, no hurt, and no loving. Johnny must cope with losing his only love, while her thoughts swim between them, hidden under rocks, disappearing in weeds, and he fishes for them, dangling his own memories like bait and lures. But how can you love someone you don't remember loving? How can you remember something you don't want to remember? And how can the gang hold together when everything has fallen apart?

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