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Click here"G-Grace," Michael moaned softly.
Grace turned, her attention onto Michael, a relief filling her.
"I'm here. I'm here now."
EPILOGUE
"M-Michael," Grace whispered, "Run."
Codrin laughed, ripping out her throat.
Michael let out a silent scream, before he sat up suddenly, his body wincing in complete agony. He panted for air as a rhythmic beeping calmed him. The walls were white, the room smelled of rubbing alcohol and plastic. On the couch beside his hospital bed was Fran, sound asleep curled up on her side.
"She's only getting to sleep in the past hour."
Michael turned, looking over to where Grace stood in the doorway. Dressed as beautiful as ever except she looked different. She wore a pair of black jeans and a simple white shirt. No red lipstick in sight. Fear filled him just looking at her and yet the memories of her saving him filled his head. He remembered her carrying him from the burning castle all the way to the hospital.
"P-Please," he crocked, trying to joke, "T-Tell me you didn't tell them I tripped down a staircase and out a window."
Grace chuckled softly at that, "No. I told them you were jumped."
"My p-poor manhood," he sighed.
"Michael," Grace began, breaking down, "I-I'm sorry."
He shook his head, deciding that there was already so much hurt and pain in the world tonight to even begin with their problems. So instead, he turned his face towards the window, where the sun was setting. He decided it was a beautiful day to be alive.
"W-We don't need to talk about it," he said softly.
She nodded, her heart sinking, "Can I stay? With you."
"I don't know," he admitted.
"Can I make this better?" she sobbed softly.
"I don't know," he whispered back, looking over at her, "But you can try."
She looked at him but said nothing. The slight smile on his face said it all. Slowly, as if approaching a scared child, she stood beside him. Gently, placing her hand on his. He flinched at first but didn't move his hand away. Despite smelling his fear, she didn't move her hand either. Instead, they both continued to silently smile, watching as the sun continued to fall.
Unknowing to their future, and yet both were hopeful for a future together.
END OF BOOK ONE.
- COMMENTS
Ilfen1almost 3 years agoOh my. This was exquisite.
There were some sense that the pacing was a bit fast, but that's fine for me because I personally like it that way. Though I would have liked slightly more build up and romantic/sexual tension between Grace and Michael.
I very much appreciate you staying focused on the characters that matter. As far as the plot is concerned, I have a minor gripe with how Grace was able to kill Codrin so easily and seemingly without explanation.
Overall, this was really good. It reminded me of my days reading Anne Rice.
Mojomaggiealmost 3 years agoExcellent. Hope you will continue writing, you have a great deal of talent.
