The Tomorrow We Were Promised

The Tomorrow We Were Promised

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I am the song everyone hums but nobody sings. I used to think people were like stars in the sky, that no matter how far away they were, that they'd brighten your darkest days, they'd always be there. But maybe they're more like candles, they're there to celebrate and you blow them out, eventually, they burn out. I'd like to think people are stars, but really they're candles. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but the thing about candles is that they slowly burn away, and when they burn out there's nothing left. I think I'd like to be a sparkler, short-lived beauty, bringing something dangerous yet exciting into someone's life, maybe you don't get it yet. I think you will soon.
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My Girl

Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves. ***** "What are you thinking about?" she asks. "A song," I say. "A new song." I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart. "Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal." "Really?" "Yeah." ***** She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes. While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar. I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her. The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears. People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin. Amelia Davis is my girl. Mine. And only mine. ***** THE JACKSONS BOOK #1 © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)

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