So I am going through my rough draft of A Beautiful Forever and thought I would share a few snippets with you as I go along - excuse any errors! It's all still very new :) 


The second Erin walks away, Paige moves one seat over. “I hope you don’t mind,” she says. “You’re just very broad and I thought you might like the extra space to stretch out.”

“Thanks,” I smile at her. She’s right, it is nice to have a bit more space in these small seats. I’m pretty good at keeping to my own spot but it’s better when I can lean into the space between us and angle my legs more comfortably.

She has lifted the arm rests and is now sitting two seats away from me with her legs on the seats between us and her head leaned to the side against the headrest. Looking at me with heavy lidded eyes, she seems to be struggling to hold them up. “Why are you going to London?” she asks me.

I lean my own head back and look over at her, thinking about my answer. Something about this situation makes me think, fuck it, so I tell the truth. “Because I don’t know who I am anymore.”

Her eyebrows move closer together as she considers my words, “Who did you used to be?”

“A Solicitor,” I answer, thinking about how much time I wasted studying for a career I didn’t even want.

Yawning, she shakes her head. “I didn’t ask what you were, I asked who you were.”

I look at her for a long moment before I answer, “A jerk, I used to be a jerk.”

“It’s the curse of the good looking guy, you’re all jerks,” she tells me knowingly.

I laugh a little, “Talking from experience?”

She shrugs her shoulders and tilts her head, non-committedly in response.

“So where did you catharsis come from? Some girl break your heart?”

I laugh a little, smiling at her insight, “I kind of turned into a jerk after that actually, before, I don’t know that I was a jerk - I was just living a life that wasn’t mine.”

 “So, you don’t know who you are, but you’re hoping to find yourself on the other side of the world?”

I rest my head back in the seat and sigh heavily before I turn my head to meet her eyes, “I don’t know what I’m hoping. I just know I need a change, I’m sick of just… existing... What about you? Why are you going to London?”

“Same reason as you I guess. My life isn’t anywhere near what I used to imagine it would be. Time for a change.” She covers her mouth as she yawns, closing her eyes and working her head into the back of the seat. I watch her beautiful face until her breathing deepens and her features soften, before closing my eyes as well, letting sleep claim me.
7/9/2013 06:19:20 am

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