I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him. Knowing I wouldn’t win, I sat up and looked at him, “I’m just trying to figure things out.” I said, “I have about two grand in savings, which gives me a month, maybe less, to find a job and start working.” Chris nodded, “So, you’d be going back to New York?” He asked; I nodded. Chris didn’t give me any type of emotion. He just sat there, thinking. After a full three minutes, I decided to ask him, “What other option do I have, Chris?” He looked at me, “I have an apartment there, bills; I have to go back.” “No, you don’t
I walked into the diner with Chris on my arm; we met our parents to tell them what I’d decided to do. We see our moms at the back of the diner in the giant booth, and we hurry over to join them, “Eliza, it’s good to see you.” I said to Chris’s mother; she smiled, “It’s good to see you too.” She said, hugging me almost as tight as my mother did when I returned home, “I’ve missed you so much.” “I’ve missed you too.” Chris and I sat together when Dad walked into the diner, waving at us, “Hello, everyone!” He said excitedly. I chuckled a bit, “You’re awfully cheerful today,” Chris said, “How can I not be?” Dad asked, “I have my beautiful girlfriend beside me, my lovely daughter, and my future in-laws. Today couldn’t get any better.” Dad kissed Mom’s cheek. Chris and I smiled at each other, then turned to the others, “Actually, Sophia has some news that might make it even better,” Chris stated; all attention was on me now. I smiled and said, “I’m moving back home.” Mom’s f
I can’t believe it’s been a year already! One year ago, the love of my life and I found our way back to each other, and here I am, getting ready for our wedding! I looked at myself in the mirror as my stylist finished the last curl in my hair. We wanted a winter wonderland theme, and my bridal team knocked it out of the park! Mom was fluffing out my dress and trying to do anything to keep her mind busy. I think she’s still having a hard time adjusting to the fact that I’m about to become Mrs. Sophia Tanner. I am too. Trying to get my dress on without me falling over or messing up my hair or makeup was the most considerable pain in the ass I have ever attempted to deal with. “You look beautiful, Snowflake.” Mom said, clearly fighting back her tears. I smiled and hugged her, “Thanks, Mom.” There was a knock on the door, and Amanda went over to it and opened it, making sure no one could see me from the other side. Amanda then moved out of the way and smiled at me as Da
As I packed my books in a box, the love of my life, Christopher Tanner, walked into my room. “Hey, cutie.” He said; I smiled, placing the last stack of books in the box, “Hey,” I said, kissing his cheek, “have you come to help me pack?” I asked, but he held me before saying, “I’m hoping to talk you out of leaving.” I sighed, “Chris,” I said, “we’ve been over this. I want to go to New York to pursue my dream of becoming an author.” “You can be an author here!” Chris snapped, which made me jump back. Chris took a deep breath before saying, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get upset.” I nodded. Since his father died, Chris has had many anger issues. I confessed my worry to his mother. She had noticed his aggression too and planned to confront him about it. If she ever did, I didn’t know. Chris pulled me into another hug and hugged me even tighter than before. “It’s okay, Chris,” I said, rubbing his back. I knew he was right; I didn’t have to move to New York to become an author, but i
I sat at my desk reviewing some work. It’s been six years since I moved to New York, and I’m still only an assistant. My novel is nowhere near finished, at least. However, my best friend and boss, Jesse Owens, have read my drafts, and he loves them! I only wish I thought it was half as good as he says it is. “Sophia, can you come here, please?” I hear Jesse call. I got up and walked over to his office, “Yes?” I said; he motioned for me to have a seat, then turned his attention to me, “How’s the book?” He asked; I smiled and gave him a look,“Jess, is there anything important you need from me?” I asked, making sure to emphasize the important things. He smiled, cupped his hands, and leaned forward, “Yes,” he replied. I sat up as I waited to hear what he needed me to do, “I need to know about the book!” I mentally slapped myself in the face. How did I not see that one coming, I asked myself; sighing, I pulled out my phone and emailed him the latest draft. When his computer dinged, he
After packing the car, I double-checked my apartment for anything I had forgotten. Mom has been blowing up my phone every ten minutes to see when I’d be there, and I tell her each time that it’s a five-hour drive and that I haven’t left yet. I was about to get in the car when the phone rang again. Ignoring it, I texted her to tell her I was about to leave. Cranking up the music as I tried to calm my nerves, I just prayed that I don’t see Chris any time soon. I arrived home almost two hours late due to traffic and a detour. I pulled up in the driveway, and Mom came out and hugged me, “Oh, my baby, I’ve missed you!” I smiled and hugged her, “I’ve missed you too, Mom,” I said. We got my bags out of the car after she finally released me. Mom escorted me inside and brought me to my old bedroom; there was fresh bedding, towels, and a fluffy robe. And as a bonus, mom situated my desk for me. “I remember when you were younger, you’d have so many colors of pens, so I bought a new pack
Work has been brutal. Editing over one hundred pages is pure torture. I stepped away from the desk and stretched my arms out. The weight of my eyes was difficult to hold open, so I decided it was best to lay down and maybe take a nap. When I awoke, it was about one in the afternoon. I walked over to my closet and changed into my running clothes. Walking out of my room, I didn’t see Mom anywhere. Sighing, I walked out of the house and began jogging down the sidewalk. Music was blasting through my headphones as I ran. The pulsing of my legs, beating of my heart, and music in my ears was pure bliss. I was so caught up in my mind that I wasn’t paying attention to where I was running. I almost ran into a tree but instead tripped over its roots. Twisting my ankle as I fell. “Damn it!” I yelled, sitting up to look at my ankle. Sighing, I sat there for a moment before someone walked up, “Miss, are you alright?” A young man asked; his blond hair was pulled back, and his hazel eyes shon
While I was in school, whenever I sprained my ankle, I had my writing, but now, all I can do is lay here and do my work; at least I got more time to work on my book once my actual work was done. For the past week, I have been sitting on the couch and bed, working. Mom stuck around the house to look after me, but after a couple days, she trusted that I’d be able to take care of myself. I got up and made my way to the kitchen. I was nearly done with my work for the day, so I decided to take a break to make a sandwich. Ham, turkey, mayo, and cheese, the perfect sandwich! I grabbed a drink and my favorite chips and went back to the living room to watch a movie. After my lunch, I went back to work. Mom returned and smiled at me, “So, what are your plans for after Christmas?” She asked; I shrugged, “Probably go back home,” I replied; Mom seemed disappointed, “I was hoping you’d stay for New Year’s Eve.” I sighed, “I’ll see what I can do,” I told her