Chapter one:
One day down, another million to go. Why did life have to be so fucking long?
Ironically, she used to
think that there was never enough time. That life was short and not
meant to be wasted, a gift even. She was so innocent back then, so
naïve. Looking back she'd even say stupid. I mean what kind of
person actually believed in what goes around comes around? That if
you put kindness out there kindness would come back to you?
An
innocent, naïve, stupid person, that's who. Oh, how time had
changed her.
No, she corrected herself. Not time, but him. Oh, how he had changed her.
She lit up another cigarette, letting the chemicals relax her. She watched the smoke dance up into the night. How free it looked.
"Leah" A deep voice called, interrupting her thoughts.
She looked up to see none other the man that had changed her so drastically.
"Sam" she replied curtly.
He walked over to the porch that she was sitting on and sat down next to her. Closer then she would have liked. Or not close enough, one could argue.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked.
To answer his question she took in another deep drag of her cigarette.
He frowned and wrinkled his nose in distaste, but wisely kept quiet.
She exhaled and once again followed the smoke up, up into the sky. She marveled for a second on how beautiful the stars looked tonight but then realized that knowing her luck, a huge black cloud would appear and block them from her view. She frowned and again thought about how much he had changed her.