The Name is Walter

I blink.

My arm is red now. Why is it red? I twist my head, so that I could look down. I was red. I can feel pain now coming from my chest. It hurts to breathe. Why? What happened to me? I slowly close my eyes.

Time passed, and yet it also did not.

Something is touching me. I sluggishly open my eyes again and try look up. Someone is there, I could see their collarbone. I couldn't focus on them any further, I was too tried.

I blink.

Suddenly, I realized it was loud. Everything was loud. And everything was moving so fast, way too fast.

I blink once more.

I was being lifted. I could hear shouting. Too loud, it hammered into my ears.

And slowly, I close my eyes once more..

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Does our past really define who we really are and who will we become? Or is it the choices we make in the present that influences our future? Do we really make our own choices, or is it the expectation for us that makes us chose the choice that we make? What happens when you get rid of all expectations, other people's and even your own?

Meet Vi, she's a pretty average college student that's just trying to balance her classes and all the other shit she has to deal with on a daily basis.

Meet Walter, he's a guy that's kinda lost. Doesn't know who he is or what to do really. And at the moment, just floating though life.

Please note that this story is kinda slow paced in terms of how much time the story take place in. Months pass by and the plot is purposely spread out. This is NOT a story that takes place over a week or a month or a few months. It takes place over a year and I will have seasons change throughout the story. This is needed for certain events that I have planned out to take place. And the romance is slow paced, I want to build a foundation, so they won't fall in love for a long time. We're both going to have to work for it. :)

Also, this is mine, so please don't steal and tell me if you find it elsewhere.