Author's Note posted below.
Part 2
Chapter 12
Month 5 out of 6
Seraphic Accident
by Anastasia Rose Steele-Grey
Two islands both alike in dignity in the endless blue fabric of oceans where we lay our scene, lived a man and a woman who met by accident.
They were sailing across the sea when the angry waves tossed his canoe and she, a gifted swimmer dived in to save him. She brought him to the shore and that's when she knew she fell in love: when he lit up the sun and not the other way around. He was hazy, his eyesight in blur. He wasn't himself but she loved him and loved him too deep.
He woke the next day clueless of where he was. He met his savior but quickly hated her when he saw he was in the other island. He swore to kill her if she ever showed her love again, so she let him go giving up her canoe.
He came back to his island and lived peacefully for years. He was the lover of the light as darkness never followed him. Five whole years he lived as the mightiest. They deemed him, "The survivor who conquered the angry waves." No one ever survived the ocean and he refused to admit that he was saved by another woman from the neighboring island.
Everything changed when she arrived with a baby girl. She was half of both islands but heaven in whole. The man threatened to kill them both but when he saw the baby's face, he felt as though all the angels gathered to sing in her snore. She was nirvana and he fell to his knees and loved her.
They lived as a family for five years, but people wanted to destroy them. One night they found the three sleeping. They killed the man first, the woman next. With so much fright, the little girl ran and ran with too many people following her.
She saw a canoe and the waves helped her travel to the other island.
Little girl expected to be saved but faced the different faces but same angry expression wanting to kill her as well. There she was stranded in between; the ocean where the two islands separated. The waves were moving with her and she understood that it was never an accident at all.
Her father and mother were destined to meet.
She asked the waves to take her and they launched her deep. The earth shook because after she descended to the water, came the rising of another island. The inhabitants of the island saw the miracle and were flabbergasted. That's when the wave reached its highest peak commanding each island to befriend each other.
A hundred years later in the aerial view. The two islands were shaped like angel's wings and the space that used to be in water—the space where the little girl disappeared was in a shape of her body connecting both wings.
It looked like an angel when gazed at from above.
The waves did it and it was never an accident. If it was, then it's seraphic. The two islands are forever connected.
"Oh my goodness! Christian, this is a masterpiece. Everyone should read this. Ana has a beautiful mind! My goodness! What an imagination she possesses!" Cara can't get over the story Ana wrote. It's just one of her most beautiful thoughts but it's the latest one that got published in the school paper.
She deserved more than campus-worthy.
That's why Cara and I were in the Seattle's Latest using one of her connections so that my wife's work will be featured in the literary page. Not only do the students will read it but the whole state. She's going to love this surprise of mine.
"Wow! I am lost for words," If Cara's a perfectionist and she really loved the story then surely most people will have the same reaction as well.
We've entered the office and the smell of paper filled the air. Everybody was busy and if Cara weren't here then I'm sure they're not going to entertain me at all. We walked side by side at fast pace to the desk of the literary editor.
"Good morning, are you Miss Leila Williams?"
She raised her head to see our faces and when she looked at me, I felt rather uncomfortable. She eyed me from head to toe and I swore she licked her lips. I wanted to go out now but if did, then this work would not be published.
The brunette lady in well-ironed clothes stood up and said, "Yes, I am Leila Williams." She tried to sound seductive but she sounded more like a goat. She was twirling her hair with her fingers and I felt Cara got disturbed. She maintained professionalism though.
"I am Carietta Pierce. Did Mr. King, the editor-in-chief inform you about the literary work we're going to pass?"
"Yes, I am well aware of it," she was still looking at me.
"This is Christian Grey and his WIFE made a great story and we thought it's worth the read," she emphasized 'wife' and I thanked her for it.
Leila was unstoppable despite that big word. "Where's the paper?" She asked me with sultry eyes.
"Here you go," I handed her the paper and she rubbed her hands against mine sensually before she received it.
Cara went ballistic, "Excuse me? Don't you know the meaning of wife? Do you see the wedding ring he's wearing? Didn't you feel it when you touched his hand?!"
Leila turned to her and asked, "What's the deal with you, woman? Are you his wife?"
"No! But from one woman to another, you're degrading yourself. Most of all, you're being unprofessional so I am going to report this—"
"Cara, stop. Let's just go, okay? Thanks, Leila." I didn't give her the chance to respond as I grabbed both Cara's shoulders and dragged her outside the office. If we're going to cause a scene then there's a chance this story won't be published. It's not like I'm going to see her again. Some people are not worth it to lose your shit over.
Cara ranted and ranted about how Ana would have felt by Leila's behaviour, but I just laughed to myself. Not only did I have a loving family (including Becky) but I also have a very loyal friend.
~S.A.~
My phone has been ringing like crazy! There are ten missed calls from different unnamed contacts and I was too scared to answer them. I've never been the most sociable so I'm not very fearless when it came to people. However, it kept me from writing. It kept on buzzing and even if I turn it silent it would light up and my whole concentration on writing would be interrupted.
I decided to answer, "Hello? Who's this?"
"Is this Anastasia Rose Steele-Grey?"
"Yes?" Okay, this woman seemed elated to talk to me.
"We read your story and we want to publish it along with others. Please tell me you wrote other stories as well. By the way, this is American Eagle Publishing House."
Huh? What?! American Eagle? What? I literally dropped my phone on the ground. I couldn't breathe. My story to be read in the whole wide world? Oh. My. Goodness. I was breathless.
"Can't breathe, Anastasia?" It was Professor Sawyer standing by the door with a newspaper at hand.
I haven't replied so he moved closer and showed me one page from the paper and there it was! Seraphic Accident! It's published and many have read it.
"Oh my goodness!" I had to pinch myself.
Professor Sawyer revealed, "I did this for you."
"Huh?"
"Yes, Ana. I talked to Seattle's Latest just to have this published. I've always known you're a force to be reckoned with."
He reached out to take a hold of my hand but I quickly took a step back, "Thank you."
That's all I said. I could never return his feelings but that didn't mean I was ungrateful.
Professor Luke Sawyer just changed the course of my life.
Author's Note: I know you're not going to like this but yes, Sawyer lied. Spoiler: No Sawyer/Ana pairing will happen in this story.
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