I’m scared, just as much as my heart flutters because destiny keeps getting jealous of us. I’m just as scared as you. Just let me love you.
By the time I had gotten to her apartment, police lines were everywhere and there was at least three police cars downstairs. It was chaos. Mario and I pushed through the crowd but we only made it one step over the police line before a cop came and prompted us.
“Is she okay?” I asked him as my eyes scanned the surroundings and my gaze fell onto the dried blood on the carpet a few feet away from where I stood. “Don’t tell me that’s her blood. Where is she? Is she alright?”
“Hey, hey, calm down!” The cop put both hands up and from the stern look on his face, I knew I better do as he said or he would get me kicked out of here. “Tell me who you are and what your relation to the victim.”
Although he sounded rea
Before I met you, I was completely brokennow I’m alright, feel alright when I see you,hidden behind the clouds.Autumn POVOne and a half months later,I heard the chatter from the living room and let out a deep sigh. Jess and Tyler could have been more subtle. Since my breakdown over Frazier’s death, they seemed to agree that I should not be left alone. Ever since then, Tyler had moved back into the apartment, and having him around, although awkward, was still better than being alone. There was something between us that made it hard to go back to the way things were. Maybe he had been right, what had happened had changed us all.From time to time, I would sit in the living room with Jess and remember having that silly talk about Niall Horan with both her and Frazier. If I thought me being at home was hard, it was nothing comp
Dear Gentle Readers, First of all, this author would like to say a massive THANK YOU to all of you who have given this story a chance! As you know, this book is Book 2 of The Autumn Summers Series and it sorta ended in a cliffhanger. The reason being is (as this author has mentioned in his reply to one of the reviews here) because there will be 2 books for Book 3. One book would showcase what happened if Phraser did make it through and actually alive and soon reunite with Autumn (the book is already up on Good Novel and it is called “Pulling Off the Impossible”) while the other book follows the plot should Phraser did not make it, and it is called “Kiss Me First”. Why there are two books? Well, it is actually quite simple. As much as this author believes that every person has to have a happy ending, he does not believe that one person would find “The One” right off the bat. He believes that it is more realistic if a person would date a bunch of guys, and go through so much stuf
Bridge Chapter 1: The Beginning Frazier Shawn Alexander Ronan sat quietly as his wheelchair was being pushed towards the lobby of the King Edward VII’s Hospital in an inconspicuous street in Marylebone, London. He’d spent the whole journey from his hospital room to the first floor of the building in silence, avoiding all the stolen glances directly at him mostly by the female population at the present. He knew he looked like Ansel Elgort from The Fault in Our Stars with his dark blonde hair, and all the curious stares mainly proof of wonder as to why someone like him was in the hospital. Someone as healthy. They didn’t know — they couldn’t possibly know, how he’d laid on the surgery table, unconscious, vulnerable, and scared, merely a few days ago. They had no idea that he’d spent the next five days wanting to give up because he knew the battle was not finished-that he had far worst things ahead. Nobody knew. Not even his mother or his grandmother. Not his father nor his little broth
Bridge Chapter 2: The StruggleAll the way to the hospital, Frazier avoided his own reflection. He was aware that it was his own decision to shave his head so that when he went bald, it was by his own choice. That it was his own decision and not something which was forced on me. Still, it was hard for him to bring himself to look at it.The wheel only stopped rolling once they arrived in the waiting room.“We’re ready for him,” a nurse informed Marc and he began to push the wheelchair again, following closely behind the nurse in white uniform, into a spacious room with two more nurses on standby.He pushed himself up and sat on the comfortable one-seater sofa while the nurses were getting ready. They’d done the blood test and everything else, now it was the chemotherapy itself, something he’d been dreading for the last few days.Frazier rested his arm on the armrest and closed his eyes, leaning against the soft material on his back. There were different ways of receiving chemotherapy:
Bridge Chapter 3: The Sorrow “Where was this?” Frazier turned at his grandmother, affection was visible in his grey eyes as the corner of his lips turned upwards. “This was McSorley’s Old Ale House in New York. I took you there for the first time.” His eyes darted back to the screen of his iPad on top of his leathered journal. A video of his grandmother chugging a pint of dark ale in fifty seconds wooed all the males inside the bar and earned them free pints for the next two rounds. “We were so wasted that day that I had to call us a cab.” “Gosh, I wish I could remember, Dear.” Her frail hand cupped Frazier’s face and slowly a smile started to form on her face. “Thank you for bringing the clips and the photos.” “Anytime, Nana.” He lifted his hand and put it on top of his grandmother's hand, giving it a light squeeze. “I love you.” “Oh, and I love you too, Darling.” When she saw his teary eyes, she lifted her arms and pulled him into a hug. “What’s the matter? Why are you sad?” At