So It Begins Novels & Stories

or someone. “Oh gods, I’m scared for you,” she whispered. “You don’t need to be,” I lied, voice cracking. “But what if this is just the beginning?" Oh, it's just the beginning, I smirked to myself. The perfect beginning. -

Like Nana said: "it won't be easy but you've gotta do it" Yeah! That's where I am now, going back and starting from the beginning all over again. You might be wandering by a lot what do I mean?... Well I'll tell you... I am going to be narrating my very own story... SO LET'S START FROM THE BEGINNING OF MY STORY ***

Ernest said. "We are—" Don started. He paused. He said it the way he said important things — after the pause, with the full weight. "We are in the second beginning." Ernest held the phrase. "Yes," he said. "That's the right description." "The first beginning was Edinburgh," Don said. "The conference room. The conversation across the room. The beginning of something that was real and that we did not know how to fully inhabit." He looked at the fire. "The second beginning is now. It is the beginning of something that is also real and that we do know how to inhabit. Because we have learned. Through all of it. We have learned what it requires and we are capable of providing what it requires."

About what two people who are already building themselves inside her at forty-six years old will become. She has no idea. This, she has come to understand, is the correct state for beginning something. Two heartbeats. Already distinct. Already themselves. She is forty-six years old, and she is beginning again. That is not a surprise. That is the whole story.

From the particular alertness of someone standing at the edge of something that was about to change shape permanently. Tomorrow we'll tell the truth. The whole thing, from the beginning. And the beginning, I realized, was the least interesting part of the story.

I put the phone to my ear and listened to it ring once in the pre-dawn quiet. "We move at dawn," I said. And it began.

Then I press it, feeling a strange mix of relief and apprehension as it goes through. For now, it’s a small step. But it’s a start.

--- A silence followed. But it wasn’t heavy. --- For the first time in a while… It felt like something had moved forward. --- Not everything. Not completely. But something. --- And sometimes… That’s where real change begins.

Pretending it wasn’t the beginning of something much more dangerous. ** follow on i, n, s, t, a: authormiragreen

The fire behind us flickers, laughter dimming as the weight of reality presses in. Phantom exhales, voice low, steady. “Then it begins.”