This is my very first... thing ever published. A story that is frankly likely to be boring for most people, but only those who won't have enough heart to detect deep emotions that personally pushed me to finally let you read it, hiding all alone between the lines and the little unconscious humor that Simon transmits to us by letting us dive into his head...
It's about loneliness, sadness, regrets, relationships, love... Feelings. Some more confusing than others, some more violent than others, some more forbidden than others...
But all as sincere as every line of this short story.
I won't say more; I'll let you discover this... thing. Thanks in advance for clicking on LEFT HAND, and I hope you'll like it.
I'm sure that right now you're somewhere quiet, relaxed and convinced that you know who you are, who your friends are, or the people closest to you... What they are going through, what is going on in their heads...
I was like you...
But I was wrong.
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⚠ Warning ⚠️
The story you are about to immerse yourself in is not fiction. It takes place approximately between June 17th and September 5th, 2003. Some events, dialogue, details, and characters have been added for dramatic purposes, but each chapter captures the essence of a real story, the story of the lives of people who actually existed (and who may still exist).
This novel contains themes of depression, violent accidents, obsessive-compulsive disorder, verbal abuse, unconventional coital intimacy, drug use, and suicide.
Reserved for mature audiences.
Enjoy reading.
August & Colin | WRU series | book 1
We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control.
I took a risk. I paid the price.
I made a mistake. I felt the guilt.
I lied. I lie.
I loved. I try not to.
I hurt. I still do.
I lost control. I'm losing again.
I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life.
But one domino fell and the rest just followed.
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"We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us.
"Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away.
"I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine.
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