Hi! I meant to do this sequel months ago but I didn't have the motivation that I have now. I didn't want to half-ass it, ya know.
BTW, thank you so much for your lovely reviews on my other story; they mean a lot!
Let's see how this one goes... Here's my sequel to "The Summer You Left" (if you haven't already, please read that one first, it'll make much more sense I promise hehe). This one's titled "Rhythm Divine," inspired by one of my favorite Enrique Iglesias songs BECAUSE SPAIN OK
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~Chapter 1~
My casts are off.
Suitcases are packed.
Passport and ticket are in hand.
I'm all set.
So why do I feel unbalanced? I lean my elbows atop the cool surface of my vanity to possibly find an answer.
A girl—no—a young woman smirks at me. The scars on her face are mostly faded except for a long unpleasant one on her neck. She doesn't have much of a memory of the night she received those. The day after, though, she recalls perfectly. The memory keeps her going as much as waves lull her to sleep. It reminds her just how fortunate she is.
The young woman I'm face-to-face with smiles this time. Her gray eyes light up. She's thinking about the boy—no—young man who saved her. The bold gesture takes residence in her heart. The young woman has loved him since she was 11. She loves him even more now. He's loved her since before he ever recognized it. He loves her infinitely, he claims.
Beeeeeeep beep!
My brother Steven is already waiting in the car, impatient to get me to the airport. Someone's excited to turn my bedroom into a temporary recreational room.
The young woman's smile falters at the thought of temporary. Nine months. Thirty-six weeks. She's going to study abroad in Spain for 273 days. She should be excited but instead she feels nauseous. Unbalanced. I feel unbalanced. As if I'll topple over and lose my axis, not just because my recently injured leg still limps when I walk or because my left arm is still sensitive to harsh movement, but because I'm uncertain of Spain. It's a major stepping stone into my future.
Conrad Fisher is taking that step with me. When we searched for his airline ticket, there were none available for the month of October. He booked a ticket for the first week of November instead. I'll be on my own in another country for a whole month.
Mom appears at the doorway in black suit pants and a brown silky blouse. The typical business woman manifestation she's been after for years. I prefer t-shits and cutoffs. I rather exhibit comfort. I'm going to miss her the most.
"Ready, Belly?"
No.
"Yes," I say anyway.
Nothing can change my mind now, not even the doubt in my reflection.
Sorry this is so short but I was just setting the story. The next chapter will be longer!
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