Hey everyone, so this is my first South of Nowhere Fan Fiction and I'm really going to try to make it a great story because they are so many awesome ones already, that i'm like addicted to, but anyways the storyline will be similar to that of A Walk To Remember a brilliant film so let me know what you think.
I Was Her Angel.
Chapter one.
December 2020.
I had come back to my first original home, the home of the Davies. The place the little Ashley Davies was born. I was born in Beaufort, North Carolina, a place where I always thought the air always smelled of pine and sea salt. It's a beautiful place with it's vast view of the coastlines. It's a small coastal town, by a harbour on which fishermen spend many days and nights crabbing the Neuse River, something I didn't spend a lot of time doing. It was filled with a happiness and the hustle and bustle of everyday life, now though it seems quiet and empty.
When I lived here, there were eighteen churches within the town limits alone. While the ocean may be the focus of daily labour, churches have always tried to be the focus of life. From each corner, four churches face each other. The Fellowship Hall Christian Church, the Church of the Forgiven People, the Church of Sunday Atonement, and All Saints Church. They all sponsored pancake breakfasts, rummage sales, car washes, and softball games. None of which interested me at all I was only here for one reason.
I drove my Porsche past a rummage sale and looked at all the people scurrying around too busy to even appreciate someone was watching, envying them. You'd think that all the people here were friendly, welcoming, open-hearted, that money, family background, race, sexual orientation didn't matter. But they did matter. They mattered to everyone. Except Spencer Carlin.
I turned and slowed in front of the huge Southern Baptist church. I reached out to adjust my side mirror, looking at my simple gold wedding band.
I turned my car into a driveway just past the church and head for a cluster of buildings. Behind the buildings, is the house right by the cemetery. I go up the walkway and onto the front porch. I press the doorbell and am greeted by the nurse that opens the door. I entered quietly, respectfully, of course I wasn't always like this I was a rebel until I fell for her, she changed me in ways I couldn't even of imagined.