A/N: Hey everybody, this is the second chapter (I suck at A/N) Anyway
please review!!! Oh and I own two characters (you will find out which two)
and the other ones I don't own.
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Chapter 2:
Part of me never wanted to leave her, but now I'm only glad I did.
If I had stayed all we would end up was pain.
I never thought I could say this, but I'm really happy now.
I have everything I've ever wanted, I run my own bookstore and I have a
beautiful woman who I love.
Eva is the best thing that has ever happend to me, she gave me what I
really needed when I least expected it.
After I came to Seattle I lived like a hermit and pushed myself away from
society, I didn't want anything to do with it.
But there was my crazy roommate, Simon he is Irish with a very odd accent,
and he got me outdoors.
At first I didn't talk to him at all, I kept him at distance.
But somehow he got through to me and I ended up at a party with him.
It was a party of one of his friends and that's where I met her and that's
where my life changed.
She was standing somewhere in a corner and she looked so sweet and
innocent.
She has long brown hair and big brown eyes.
For the first time in my life I was afraid to walk up to a person and make
a conversation.
There was no need to walk up to her since Simon already introduced her to
me.
We talked all night and we went out on a date, I was actually nervous.
After a couple of dates things became more serious and pretty soon they
called us a couple.
Eva stimulated me to follow my dreams but at the time I didn't had one and
so she made a small suggestion to open my own bookstore.
The conversations we had were so much different then I had with Rory.
After I left I never touched a book again, it reminded me too much of her
and it was killing me.
And then Eva came with the suggestion to open my own bookstore.
I couldn't tell her about my past, I couldn't tell her that I didn't want a
bookstore because of some other woman...hell I don't even know how she
knows I love books.
But it didn't matter and to please her I opened one.
Thank God I had Simon, he has music shop around the corner and he helps me
out most of the time, he does the administration and when it's busy he
helps me selling books.
I hadn't touched a book for years and when I opened my store it was like I
touched a book for the first time.
The feeling of the pages slipping through my fingers reminded me of what
I've lost once and it reminded me how much catching up I had to do.
So I started reading again, I told myself not to but it was almost like I
didn't have a choice.
---*Flashback*---
"Jess....Jess....JESS!"
"What?"
"You're suppose to sell the books not to read them. You told me you don't
even like books"
"I don't"
"Then stop reading"
---*End Flashback*---
The books aren't the only thing that remind me of her, there are so many
things.
Watching a TV-Show reminds me of her sometimes.
When I left her that morning she was peacefully a sleep and something was
pullig me back, back to led my life the way I thought it was suppose to.
But that was 7 years ago and finally after 5 and half years I got her out
of my system and I fell in love with a woman again.
"Hey hansom"
"Hey"
"Are we still on for tonight?"
"You bett!"
"Good, I gotta go but I'll see you tonight okay"
"Yeah...Oh hey Eva..."
"Yeah"
"Nothing...never mind"
I can't help it, everytime I try to tell her I freeze, afraid to hear her
not say it back.
The last time I told somebody I loved her I ended up leaving, maybe the
table has turned and will she be the one that leaves.
"Hey mate, there's a guy in the store and he wants a very special book for
his fiancee"
"So...help him"
"I have no clue in which direction to look"
"I'll help him if you take over inventory"
"Sure"
And then it happend, everything I built in the last 7 years crumbled to the
ground and melted like snow in the sun.
There he was looking for a book for his fiancee.
There he was, looking at me probably the same way as I was looking at him,
like he sees a ghost.
"How can I help you?"
___________________________________________________________________________
feedback: justsomebodycalledme@yahoo.com
please review!!! Oh and I own two characters (you will find out which two)
and the other ones I don't own.
Feedback: justsomebodycalledme@yahoo.com
___________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 2:
Part of me never wanted to leave her, but now I'm only glad I did.
If I had stayed all we would end up was pain.
I never thought I could say this, but I'm really happy now.
I have everything I've ever wanted, I run my own bookstore and I have a
beautiful woman who I love.
Eva is the best thing that has ever happend to me, she gave me what I
really needed when I least expected it.
After I came to Seattle I lived like a hermit and pushed myself away from
society, I didn't want anything to do with it.
But there was my crazy roommate, Simon he is Irish with a very odd accent,
and he got me outdoors.
At first I didn't talk to him at all, I kept him at distance.
But somehow he got through to me and I ended up at a party with him.
It was a party of one of his friends and that's where I met her and that's
where my life changed.
She was standing somewhere in a corner and she looked so sweet and
innocent.
She has long brown hair and big brown eyes.
For the first time in my life I was afraid to walk up to a person and make
a conversation.
There was no need to walk up to her since Simon already introduced her to
me.
We talked all night and we went out on a date, I was actually nervous.
After a couple of dates things became more serious and pretty soon they
called us a couple.
Eva stimulated me to follow my dreams but at the time I didn't had one and
so she made a small suggestion to open my own bookstore.
The conversations we had were so much different then I had with Rory.
After I left I never touched a book again, it reminded me too much of her
and it was killing me.
And then Eva came with the suggestion to open my own bookstore.
I couldn't tell her about my past, I couldn't tell her that I didn't want a
bookstore because of some other woman...hell I don't even know how she
knows I love books.
But it didn't matter and to please her I opened one.
Thank God I had Simon, he has music shop around the corner and he helps me
out most of the time, he does the administration and when it's busy he
helps me selling books.
I hadn't touched a book for years and when I opened my store it was like I
touched a book for the first time.
The feeling of the pages slipping through my fingers reminded me of what
I've lost once and it reminded me how much catching up I had to do.
So I started reading again, I told myself not to but it was almost like I
didn't have a choice.
---*Flashback*---
"Jess....Jess....JESS!"
"What?"
"You're suppose to sell the books not to read them. You told me you don't
even like books"
"I don't"
"Then stop reading"
---*End Flashback*---
The books aren't the only thing that remind me of her, there are so many
things.
Watching a TV-Show reminds me of her sometimes.
When I left her that morning she was peacefully a sleep and something was
pullig me back, back to led my life the way I thought it was suppose to.
But that was 7 years ago and finally after 5 and half years I got her out
of my system and I fell in love with a woman again.
"Hey hansom"
"Hey"
"Are we still on for tonight?"
"You bett!"
"Good, I gotta go but I'll see you tonight okay"
"Yeah...Oh hey Eva..."
"Yeah"
"Nothing...never mind"
I can't help it, everytime I try to tell her I freeze, afraid to hear her
not say it back.
The last time I told somebody I loved her I ended up leaving, maybe the
table has turned and will she be the one that leaves.
"Hey mate, there's a guy in the store and he wants a very special book for
his fiancee"
"So...help him"
"I have no clue in which direction to look"
"I'll help him if you take over inventory"
"Sure"
And then it happend, everything I built in the last 7 years crumbled to the
ground and melted like snow in the sun.
There he was looking for a book for his fiancee.
There he was, looking at me probably the same way as I was looking at him,
like he sees a ghost.
"How can I help you?"
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feedback: justsomebodycalledme@yahoo.com