fiction friday 56: back to you. part 2.

Posted on 5 May 2017 by what sandra thinks

fiction friday.

Surprise! I actually wrote something!

I don’t think I can promise anything — I’m writing this as I go and I’m not sure how quickly (or slowly) it will come along. But after I posted what is now part 1 (before a-to-z… back on March 24), a few of you seemed to want this to continue. It is something I wrote years ago but it needs some changes… some serious editing.

back to you. part 2. [read part 1 here]

How did I get here? The question swam in circles in Dani’s head. She loved Finn. She really did. He was a good man and he loved her. But she never felt what she felt with Adam. Unrealistic, she told herself. Love like that first tempestuous, hyper-emotional love… that happened once. Right? You don’t fall in love again. Not like that. Right? But Dani missed that feeling. She never expected it forever. But she never expected to be where she was. About to marry a man she had never quite fallen for.

She never should have declined Ava’s offer to spend the night. No, I should be alone tonight, Dani told her. Wrong. Dani didn’t want to be alone. And she knew she wasn’t going to fall asleep. She grabbed her phone and hoped Ava was awake. It was a longshot at one in the morning, but she tried anyway.

Dani: are you awake?
Dani: please be awake…

Adam stared at the slivers of light on the ceiling of the living room in his childhood home. His old bedroom had long since been converted to an office. The couch was his bed tonight. It wasn’t very comfortable for sleeping but that wasn’t what kept him awake. It was Dani. Tomorrow, he had to attend her wedding. And he had no idea how he was going to get through it.

He remembered the day the invitation arrived. It was the day his heart sank, and weeks later, it still hadn’t recovered. He was sure it never would. Ava told him to call her. ‘Dani isn’t married yet,’ she said. But how could he do that to her? The wedding was planned. Invitations sent. He didn’t want to ruin her happiness… because you don’t do that to someone you love.

Adam closed his eyes and silently begged for sleep but he knew it wouldn’t come. In that moment, he wasn’t sure he would sleep ever again. But it didn’t matter. He would have been awakened even if he had fallen asleep. As he attempted, again, to find a comfortable position, he heard a phone vibrate on the coffee table beside him. It wasn’t his. But when it vibrated again, he picked it up and read the screen.

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Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.

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