All my Love

All my Love

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With graduation in a week, a job in the wings, and a boyfriend who is undeniably in love with her, Erynn has no reason to leave High Water. So why did she? Nobody knows what happened except Erynn and her best friend Meg, who took their secret to her watery grave. Now, five years later, Erynn is alive and well, and settling into a life of routine fresh out of college. She lives modestly in a small apartment with a new credit card and identity. Her days are spent waiting tables in a cafe and volunteering wherever she's needed. With no connections to her past or the people she loves, she lives a life of quiet serenity. Then someone she never thought she'd see again shows up, taking shelter from the snow in the cafe where she works; Uplifting the roots she's worked hard to plant, plunging her back into the life she left behind.
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In the fall after her high school graduation, Danielle Davis has been spending her days lying alone in her shared New York City apartment. Attempting to fill the ticking time, she fills her moments painting empty canvases and ignoring her roommate as much as she possibly can without her actually noticing. But she can only go so long without seeing her, and at their once a month lunch date her roommate brings along a guest. Maren. Excerpt: She was paler than I first remember her, wearing clothes three times larger than her own frame, little effort put into her outfit compared to the first time I met her. She looked confused too for a second, and then she leaned down to pull her sandals off, making herself comfortable in someone else's home. Maren didn't seem like the kind of girl to spontaneously show up at someone's house, maybe I had misjudged her. "Beth's not here." My face remained blank while we made eye contact, she stood up, her natural height just a little taller than my own. Her gaze settled on me, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed. Head to toe, and back again her eyes flickered. She didn't answer my statement. "I didn't think you'd be here." "I live here." I deadpan, she's leaning against the door now, pulling her phone out of her pocket. "I know." *** This is my NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) project for this year! This is a raw, unfinished first draft of a story I've cooked up to keep me warm in the winter. Don't be surprised if there's incomplete sentences, memory problems, and forgotten moments. Writing a first draft is about getting the words on the paper and moving on. Editing will begin after I've finished the novel. Hmu writing buddies. ;)

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