Honey
- LETTURE 96
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- Parti 5
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Ultima pubblicazione mar, giu 25, 2019
"D-do you think talent only comes from trauma?" Julie asked tentatively. She, again, brushed the invisible hair from her face. Obviously, she was beginning to fear everything I have to say. I stood and made my way to an old photo of us, one Julie hadn't noticed quite yet. I studied the photo carefully before I responded to her.
"No, Julie. I think that talent lies in all the layers of a heart a person is willing to expose." At this, Julie gave me a bewildered look. She grabbed her recorder from the table and clicked it off. It was my turn to be surprised.
"Have I scared you off, Julie?" I asked in genuine concern. After all, I have a promise to uphold.
She looked at his words on the wall before responding. "No, no, I'm just nearly out of battery and want to do this story justice." She replied with only a little reluctance in her eyes.
"Tomorrow, then." I didn't ask. She nodded in agreement and, as suddenly as she was here, she was gone.
Pointing my attention back to his photo, I sighed. "Only for you, handsome. The words are only for you."
In this novel, M. Darling exposes the underbelly of the creative romantic. Questions of love and loss, trauma and truth are explored through the weathered eyes of the woman that lived them and the man that left her to finish the job.
Sometimes, love can be as sweet as honey.
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