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Chapter 1:
There was a weight pulling at Kendal. She felt it at any given moment lumped in her gut like lead. It was the weight of chaos—the incredible brokenness of the life she'd lived. Sometimes it was in her heart, reminding her that she just wasn't enough. She could hold her own for a one night stand, but every man left her before daylight. She just wasn't good enough for a morning.
Currently, the weight was physical—a pelvis pushing against her skin. Soon enough the contact would be broken and the weight of loneliness would settle in for a while. It was an endless truth. Kendal would work in circles to overcome it before she fell into her pattern again.
One last push and a bite to break skin, the warm body riddled with tattoos brushed Kendal's cheek and eased himself from the bed. Kendal could feel the pull again. She knew that a fit of tears was next, but she couldn't let her current companion see her weakness. She turned on the bed to face the wall and, with the close of her door, she let the guilt and hurt consume her.
She hadn't always lived in that cycle. She'd once been vibrant. Even now, she was a successful writer. She'd spent countless weeks on the New York Time's Best Sellers list. She'd paid for her home in full. She'd afforded the better amenities in her life. What she needed she couldn't quite grasp. She'd long since accepted that she couldn't do any better. Every man that couldn't see past a midnight meeting had proven that. And Kendal was at fault as well. Maybe the next day would be an awakening. Maybe she would finally break the cycle and move forward.
Maybe.
AN: The first few chapters of this story are going to be really short. I've struggled to come up with a new story for weeks. I just decided to start posting and work on a chapter by chapter basis. Feedback is greatly appreciated. I'm kind of at a lack of inspiration lately, so please bear with me.