Author's Note
It's April 2018. A series of silly events force me to open the email inbox that I used as a teenager. My inbox is bursting- it's been almost 10 years since I opened it. Junk mail, coupons, various alerts and subscriptions come spilling out and, in my haste, I select all and delete it. "Ah, a fresh start" I whispered to myself, but it wouldn't last for long. Two breaths later, a message appears in my inbox. It's from someone named Alice on :
"I know it's 2018 and you probably won't read this, but I just can't. You left it this way and I can't believe I don't have your ending. Really, I love what you wrote, I kept reading and reading because I really appreciate your work, it made me fall in love again with this couple and Twilight. What happened to you and to your story? I'm heartbroken about this.
Hope you are alright. If you read this, please, I beg you, give me an ending.
Love from Italy"
I'm stunned. What is she talking about ? In the back of my mind a vague memory starts creeping forth like the slow flow of honey. Back in 2009, when I was 17 and heartbroken because my favorite book was finished, I wrote a story. And left it unfinished. How could I be as cruel as George RR Martin ?
Life is different now. I'm an Engineer in Houston,TX now. Soprano & Bass was the last thing I ever wrote. Stumbling upon it now has been such a throwback to a simpler time. I'm thinking about where to go from here. It seems like such a waste to simply leave 38 thousand words and countless people hanging.
Perhaps I'll pick up writing again. Find me on IG tazia2010. I'll let you know what I decide to do.