How We Met

Seth189

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Seth189

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This story is a sequel to The Night That Changed My Life. Please read that first.
    
    WARNING: this story includes character death, grief, mentions of self harm, and abusive parents. If any of this bothers you, feel free to click off.
    
    
    
    "Hello? Is this thing on?" I tapped the microphone a bit before smiling as it turned on.
    
    "Alright, hi. My name is Joel Beans; yes I know that is a weird last name, but it is what it is. I am here to tell you about my life. Some of you may have heard the big part of it, which is my husband Etho dying in a car crash only four days after our wedding. But there's a lot more to it."
    
    I started to pace around the stage a bit, holding the microphone firmly in my right hand.
    
    "There's a lot more to how we met and how our lives were. About my past, about his past...about our past. It's not all happy, and believe me when I tell you that there are some things I wish never happened, but as I said before...it is what it is."
    
    I sighed and looked down before whispering in a soft voice,
    
    "And there's nothing you can do to change that."
    
    ~•~
    
    This story, as said above, is a sequel to The Night That Changed My Life and talks about how Joel and Etho met.
    
    This isn't an incredibly happy story. There's going to be a lot of angst, and some fluff (but not much)
    
    If you would prefer to steer away from angsty hell, I understand and hope to see you in my other stories.
    
    But if you wish to stick around, I hope you enjoy the ride :)
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    (Cover art is not mine).
    
    This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!!All Rights Reserved

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This story is a sequel to The Night That Changed My Life. Please read that first.

WARNING: this story includes character death, grief, mentions of self harm, and abusive parents. If any of this bothers you, feel free to click off.

"Hello? Is this thing on?" I tapped the microphone a bit before smiling as it turned on.

"Alright, hi. My name is Joel Beans; yes I know that is a weird last name, but it is what it is. I am here to tell you about my life. Some of you may have heard the big part of it, which is my husband Etho dying in a car crash only four days after our wedding. But there's a lot more to it."

I started to pace around the stage a bit, holding the microphone firmly in my right hand.

"There's a lot more to how we met and how our lives were. About my past, about his past...about our past. It's not all happy, and believe me when I tell you that there are some things I wish never happened, but as I said before...it is what it is."

I sighed and looked down before whispering in a soft voice,

"And there's nothing you can do to change that."

~•~

This story, as said above, is a sequel to The Night That Changed My Life and talks about how Joel and Etho met.

This isn't an incredibly happy story. There's going to be a lot of angst, and some fluff (but not much)

If you would prefer to steer away from angsty hell, I understand and hope to see you in my other stories.

But if you wish to stick around, I hope you enjoy the ride :)

(Cover art is not mine).

This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!!

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