Pieces of Me TEASER #1

Pieces of Me

He doesn't say anything--he just pulls me into his arms and I let the waves of emotion crash down the 

barriers I had so carefully constructed, smashing them to the ground with tsunami force, and I let it 

because I know that Holden's arms are going to keep me upright.

A years worth of tears spill onto his shirt—I didn't think it was possible to cry any more but I was 

wrong. He holds me in his arms until my eyes are red and dry and my breathing is nothing more than 

gasps of air and gulps as I try to regain a little of my composure. Despite the hindering hiccups, I feel 

like I can breathe for the first time in a long time.

So what does this mean?” he asks.

“It means that I'm trying. Trying to be normal, to be the kind of girl who gets all giddy over her new 

boyfriend, the kind of girl that smiles. But I'm not quite there yet. It means, that I'm asking for just a 

little time.”

“Time I can give. But Aria, don't take too long.”


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