Until I Wrote Him
Chapter 10
India's POV
The white cursor blinked, relentless in its rhythm, a tiny metronome mocking my inertia.
It stared back from the blank screen, pulsing like it had all the patience in the world, while my mind couldn’t form a single sentence worthy of the story I was supposed to be writing.
My mind floats aimlessly as I try to picture different imaginations of people's love lives, stories, heck anything!
My laptop rested on the desk in front of me, the page of Chapter twenty-seven open, but instead of flowing paragraphs and sparkling dialogue, the only line standing there looked pitifully lonely