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amused.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she said, laughing internally.
“Well, after I finished college, I had this great notion that I would write a novel that would change the world and my life. I would be the proverbial ‘boy wonder’ of contemporary fiction. I had some money from my family, and settled in the city, in an apartment with nothing but my laptop and my thoughts. I thought I would write like Hemingway, hard and brutal, my solitude would speed up the process.”
Angie had not talked to anyone about this in a long time. As a matter of fact, the only person she had ever talked to about her life and hopes and dreams was her college roommate and best friend, even though they had only met three times after graduating.
When she was speaking, she felt a certain weight getting released from her mind. It felt good to admit to all this, to the life she thought she would have and the one she actually got.
The life she thought would make her happy and fuel her passions, instead stalling her hopes and reality biting her.
“What went wrong?” Shadow asked, as a cloud thundered up above them.
“As you know, I am working as a bartender in a shitty neighborhood and trying to write my novel in between. I lost my apartment because I spent all my time trying to write the book that I didn’t have energy or inclination to get a real job. The first time I realized that I was living in a fool’s paradise, it was the worst day of my life. I didn’t think it would hurt that much.”
“We rarely understand the things that cause us the most pain,” Shadow said quietly.
Angie realized that somewhere inside this man was someone who had been hurt very badly in his life but was unwilling to talk about it.
His outer shell had grown so hard that he didn’t feel the pinching of pins anymore, the external stimuli that tried to creep inside and shatter his fragile made up reality inside his own mind. It was a scary place to live in, but it seemed to be working for him.
Drops of water fell from the sky as if the heavens were crying. Angie looked up and smiled. She loved rain. She opened her arms as if to embrace the deluge coming from the sky.
The clouds thundered, and raindrops started falling with increasing speed. Angie started revolving on the same spot, going in circles and circles, laughing. She had not felt this free or happy in the seven days she had spent here.
Maybe it was the rain, maybe it was the outsides, and maybe it was her telling this stranger her life story and feeling unburdened, but her heart was jubilant. She was laughing.
“Stop it, you will get ill,” Shadow said as he removed his jacket and put it over Angie’s head.
“Oh come on,” she said, getting out from the cover.
“Enjoy this.”
She jumped into a small puddle that had formed in the ground due to a slight depression and the water splashed out.
“You’re getting all wet, go inside!” shouted Shadow to the oblivious Angie.
When he realized that she had no intention of voluntarily coming back to the house, he grabbed her arm.
“This isn’t a picnic,” he said harshly.
“You don’t say,” Angie said and sadly decided to return.
They entered the house and immediately the wet clothes of Angie sent a shiver down her body. Shadow was working on the fireplace, trying to light the firewood. Angie felt she could not stand those clothes anymore; she would seriously get sick if she did.
She went to her room and removed her shirt. Her wet hair splashed water all over the room. She removed her pants and was just about to grab some dry clothes when she realized a presence close by.
Instinctively, she turned to the door and to her panic, realized that, in her haste, she had forgotten to close it. Shadow was standing in the doorway, with a strange look on his face. He looked mesmerized and uncomfortable at the same time. His face was beet red.
Angie suddenly became aware of her own lack of clothing, not to mention the extra curves of her
“What?”
“Nothing,” she said, laughing internally.
“Well, after I finished college, I had this great notion that I would write a novel that would change the world and my life. I would be the proverbial ‘boy wonder’ of contemporary fiction. I had some money from my family, and settled in the city, in an apartment with nothing but my laptop and my thoughts. I thought I would write like Hemingway, hard and brutal, my solitude would speed up the process.”
Angie had not talked to anyone about this in a long time. As a matter of fact, the only person she had ever talked to about her life and hopes and dreams was her college roommate and best friend, even though they had only met three times after graduating.
When she was speaking, she felt a certain weight getting released from her mind. It felt good to admit to all this, to the life she thought she would have and the one she actually got.
The life she thought would make her happy and fuel her passions, instead stalling her hopes and reality biting her.
“What went wrong?” Shadow asked, as a cloud thundered up above them.
“As you know, I am working as a bartender in a shitty neighborhood and trying to write my novel in between. I lost my apartment because I spent all my time trying to write the book that I didn’t have energy or inclination to get a real job. The first time I realized that I was living in a fool’s paradise, it was the worst day of my life. I didn’t think it would hurt that much.”
“We rarely understand the things that cause us the most pain,” Shadow said quietly.
Angie realized that somewhere inside this man was someone who had been hurt very badly in his life but was unwilling to talk about it.
His outer shell had grown so hard that he didn’t feel the pinching of pins anymore, the external stimuli that tried to creep inside and shatter his fragile made up reality inside his own mind. It was a scary place to live in, but it seemed to be working for him.
Drops of water fell from the sky as if the heavens were crying. Angie looked up and smiled. She loved rain. She opened her arms as if to embrace the deluge coming from the sky.
The clouds thundered, and raindrops started falling with increasing speed. Angie started revolving on the same spot, going in circles and circles, laughing. She had not felt this free or happy in the seven days she had spent here.
Maybe it was the rain, maybe it was the outsides, and maybe it was her telling this stranger her life story and feeling unburdened, but her heart was jubilant. She was laughing.
“Stop it, you will get ill,” Shadow said as he removed his jacket and put it over Angie’s head.
“Oh come on,” she said, getting out from the cover.
“Enjoy this.”
She jumped into a small puddle that had formed in the ground due to a slight depression and the water splashed out.
“You’re getting all wet, go inside!” shouted Shadow to the oblivious Angie.
When he realized that she had no intention of voluntarily coming back to the house, he grabbed her arm.
“This isn’t a picnic,” he said harshly.
“You don’t say,” Angie said and sadly decided to return.
They entered the house and immediately the wet clothes of Angie sent a shiver down her body. Shadow was working on the fireplace, trying to light the firewood. Angie felt she could not stand those clothes anymore; she would seriously get sick if she did.
She went to her room and removed her shirt. Her wet hair splashed water all over the room. She removed her pants and was just about to grab some dry clothes when she realized a presence close by.
Instinctively, she turned to the door and to her panic, realized that, in her haste, she had forgotten to close it. Shadow was standing in the doorway, with a strange look on his face. He looked mesmerized and uncomfortable at the same time. His face was beet red.
Angie suddenly became aware of her own lack of clothing, not to mention the extra curves of her
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