Jeanette 's Life - Original Writing

At first, I hadn’t realized this, especially right after Tom was locked up. I had been determined to destroy him for taking our daughter away from me, but when Hannah offered to give my daughter back in exchange for testifying against Tom, I realized I couldn’t do it after reading his letter. He had written, “You’re angry and hurt and nothing makes sense, and I know what that feels like…Perhaps when it comes to it, no one is just the worst thing they ever did” (314). Despite everything I had gone through, Tom had been through worse, losing both his parents and surviving a war. No matter what I had done to hurt him, though, he had been willing to forgive me—either that, or he never blamed me in the first place—and all he wanted in return was for me to do the same. Now, having experienced a lifetime together, Tom is the one sitting next to me, holding my hand as the days slip away, and I understand now that he had been right: people are more than their mistakes, and the past doesn’t have to cast a shadow over the future. I know I hadn’t made moving on easy at first, but reflecting back on it, I am sure that I loved Tom, and he loved me back. In the end, we had forgiven each other and found a way to mend the gap Lucy had left in our lives, because of that love.

Slender, yet tenderly framed against a backdrop of greenish tinged bald cypress trees, the yellow paint color gave it an appearance of being a peaceful, serene home- it was tall and elegant. Its intricate ironwork along the balcony and lower porches, reminded Thomas of houses he’d seen in New Orleans. He was thinking of renting it as a temporary residence for him and Allie to live in while they were in Charleston. He was still hesitant about taking her with him on his frequent outings where here-lately he had to slip out through Elliot’s Cut, to the Stona River and then out to the Atlantic from there to keep from being caught by Yankee patrols. For the past three days, they had stayed aboard the Spitfire, making love whenever they wanted; however,

Just the thought of him had Piper shaking her head as she trudged across the boilding blacktop. The man always had his heart in the right place, but he had a knack for being one nosey S.O.B. He truly was a great guy, he’d given Piper every break he could find, and when that hadn’t been enough, he’d gone so far as to set up this meeting with Fynn. Piper knew he’d done it out of kindess, but she was also pretty sure he’d done it out of simply curiosity of what would become of it. The moment Fynn smiled, Piper couldn’t help but hesitate and think “here we go again”. The smile was defiantly chamring, but the red-head had seen just at “charming” could turn into in heartbeat If he was another one of those “just pop a few more buttons on your shirt” kind of guy, she may have to punch him. It was just too damned hot for that kind of shenagins. Thankfully, when she met his eyes, they were nothing like those other guys. These eyes were genuinely friendly, if not a bit nervous. Seeing that bit of nerves in him actually helped to calm her own, it was nice to know she wasn’t the only one who had been dreading this meeting. “Pleasure to meet you.” She said with her own gentle smile, unpeterbed by his sweaty palm, knowing she wans’t much better. At least he had a real grip to his hand shake, some of these men she’d met shook hands like a limp fish, and nothing irriated her more. Srunching up her nose as he mentioned the weather, “Yeah, I never knew hell would be so humid.” Shaking her head, a smile still playing on her lips. Piper had to make a mental effort not to look him up and down, she may not have pulled of the sweaty look all that well, but he sure as hell

He followed after her, taking a seat beside her. “Mom says the guy that plays Batman is coming here tomorrow. That’s so cool.”

And so, the two girls went on through the corridors of the great and plain building which both of them lived and dwelled without a question asked together. Kathy looked at Blur, she looked down. Blur was sure to pay extra attention to her lips.

Zach felt the glare from the store-manager who'd stood behind the sales counter as he handed over the signed copy of Infidelity, unhappy that he'd just have her a sale, but the man didn't care. He'd just himself a sale as well, but it was worth it for the smile on the woman's face as she thanked him for it. A smile that he could become accustomed to, and despite his rattling on, she'd appeared to enjoy the conversation as much as he had. Although, to be honest, it started out with an ulterior motive, to gather her thoughts on what she'd though of his - Lauren Austin's work - he'd soon found the chit chat coming naturally, and had forgotten why he'd approached her in the first instance. Although, he couldn't help the teasing, that was just the

She turned to face the woman, recognizing her from photographs her mother had shown her. "Thank you." she said, catching someone in her periphery. "Would you excuse me?"

“You’d laugh if I told you,” she said bashfully, looking away from his gaze that seemed to bore into her. Mr. Linden smiled softly, almost a look of pity in his expression, at her actions, but went along with them

He first saw her in a coffeehouse in New Jersey, Cloveberry’s to be exact She was staring into her coffee cup intently, like she was remembering some distant memory. A soft smile graced her lips and he couldn’t help but to think just how beautiful she was. She had soft brown hair that had been pulled back messily and strands of it were falling out to frame her face perfectly. He remembers that she had been wearing a light blue sweater and a pair of Doc Martens. She suddenly looked up and her eyes met his. Her eyes were the bluest of blues, so blue that he could see them from across the room. She gave him a shy smile and then quickly looked away. Entranced, he got up and started walking towards her. As he approached, she looked up at him questionally.

He rushed the girl in, then swiftly closed the door behind both of them. “I didn’t know what had become of you!” Nyx found herself a chair before turning to the man before her. They looked and acted nothing alike, yet they bore the same bloodline. His name was Aspen, and he loved his sister with all his heart. His sister loved him equally so. His hair was the color of sun-kissed wheat, and his eyes were a warm amber. Nyx often thought that he looked like his personality. Warm, gentle, and welcoming to

Although Allie felt Thomas was attracted to her, and that his smile earlier that day was truly genuine - doubts crept into her thoughts. He may not feel anything at seeing me. Was his smile for her or them; Allie felt disappointment at her own thoughts.

William stared at Tabitha as she descended the staircase. Even in the unflattering glare of the single, 80-watt bulb, and past middle age, Tabitha was as beautiful as ever. There was a slight bend to her back, but she still carried herself with the sleek, avian movements that William remembered from their days at Beacon Academy. Her hair was thinner and shorter with a few streaks of gray, and crow’s feet clawed at the corners of her eyes, but her face still held the glow of youth, and her eyes were as deep, intense, and

His silhouette highlighted within the frame of the window, against the background of the room’s whitewashed walls, he stood as solid and upright as the cast-iron posts he admired. In this way he was inconspicuous; totally adapted to the stillness that falls across life in the hours preceding morning - even as he leans forwards: pressing his weight onto his palms against the sill, exulting in the emptiness and clarity of the scape. For him, movement is always easy and pleasurable in his limbs. But tonight his back and legs feel unusually strong as he pushes his full height. That is to say, Target is by no means athletic. A tall, lean man on whom years slowly add a little more weight and poise. By day, an explosion of copper streaked hair escapes any particular attention, and the square, taught jawline keeps his lips anchored in position. When he does smile though, it doesn’t reek of wickedness, but draws you in, as do open eyes of green. They tell you there’s something more; secrets to be excavated from in between even teeth. His face is slightly agitated by the splatter of pale freckles. And, the only thing that is unsettling to his physique is the syncopated beat played by his fingers.

Her mother surprised her by walking up to wrap an arm around her shoulders. “Sometimes, one’s gentleman suitor doesn’t suit.”

“Mother, Mother! I have met someone new; his name is Somda.” She said in a cheerful voice.