October 3, 2016

A Love Like Ours Prologue

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Ollie and Talia have always lived by two rules.

  1. Live life to the fullest
  2. Love each other with everything they have.

When the unthinkable happens Talia is left heartbroken and Ollie doesn’t know how to fix it. Suddenly this fun-loving couple finds themselves struggling to find the good in life that used to come so readily to the both of them.

A gift from a friend presents them with the chance to travel the world. Something they were both once eager to do.

Hopping on a plane.

Unknown destinations.

Anything can happen…but can they find their way back to themselves?

Prologue

Ollie

 

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

The sound of Talia’s heart hooked up to a million fucking monitors. The drab gray and white walls of the hospital room seem to grow closer with each beep. I know eventually she’s going to wake up and I’m going to have to tell her what happened.

Getting that call…

Fuck.

I never expected anything like this when I answered the phone.

Shot.

The love of my life was shot. Not just her, but my best friend Liam too, all because some psycho dude was after his girl. Somehow my girl got caught in the crossfire.

I hold her chilled hand in mine, willing some of my warmth to seep into her. Tears dampen my cheeks. I don’t think I’ve ever cried, at least not since I was a kid, but I can’t seem to stop now.

Talia, the love of my life, was nearly taken from this world.

I’ve loved her since I was just a little kid, before I really even knew what love was. She’s been mine forever, we’re inseparable, and to think of living in a world where she doesn’t exist, where I don’t wake up to her smile every day, breaks my fucking heart.

I’d been so excited to embark on the next part of our journey together.

Parenthood.

But the trauma from her gunshot caused her to lose the baby. At least she’s here, but I know when she wakes up she won’t see it that way.

We both had a shitty childhood, raised in foster homes, and we eventually escaped together and started our own life. Things were finally good for us.

But I guess maybe they were too fucking good and now we’re being punished.

A tear escapes my eye and I reach up to swipe it away.

This girl…this girl. She’s more than the love of my life, she’s the other half of my soul, my entire world. There is no me without her.

I lower my head to the bed and close my eyes. I can’t sleep, but looking at her lying broken and beaten in the hospital bed is too much for me to bear. I’ve always tried to fix everything for her and this is one thing I can’t fucking fix.

Sometime later a small voice speaks my name. “Ol…Ollie?”

My head whips up and I find Talia’s blue eyes staring back at me. She knows. She fucking knows.

“Hey, baby.” I lean over and kiss her forehead. “How are you feeling?”

She ignores the question. “T-The baby?” She asks, her voice hoarse and scratchy. “Is it…?” She lets the question hang in the air, but the truth already swims in her eyes.

I shake my head. “It’s gone.”

I watch as her face crumples, and that last shred of hope she’d been clinging to is severed—and I had to be the one to do it. I’m still holding her hand and she tightens her grip around me as she wails like she’s lost a part of her heart and soul. I guess in a way she has. We both have.

She leans halfway out of the bed, trying to get to me, and I wrap my body around hers like I can shield her from the whole world and the hurt that lives here.

But I can’t protect her.

I didn’t protect her.

And now our lives are forever altered and it’s no one else’s fault but my own.

 

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Release Date: To Be Announced

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Micalea SmeltzerHi. I’m Micalea. Ma-call-e-uh. Weird name, I know. My mom must’ve known I was going to be odd even in the womb. I’ve written a lot of books. Like a lot. Don’t ask me how many, I don’t remember at this point.

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