My head was filled with countless words and sentences as I read over a few first chapters of new manuscripts that came through the publishing house I worked at.
I hated being one of the Senior Editors.
I'd probably enjoy my job much more if I actually had a happy ending of my own. All these stories where the boy and the girl fall in love, loose each other and then find each other again... Pointless.
Life doesn't fucking work like that.
I'd worked my ass off to get here though, and in the back of my mind I hoped she was proud.
She always knew this was what I wanted to do, and I knew exactly what she wished to do with her life.
I just had no idea if she ever fulfilled it.
I grabbed another manuscript as I took a quick drink of coffee.
The manuscript was untitled, and the author's name was withheld. They often did that so they didn't have to face embarrassment if we cut their story from our publishing rights.
I flicked open the first page with a sigh, but my breath stuck in my throat.
Like two raindrops on a window, we travelled toward each other.
It was her.
It had to be.
My Bella.