Sneak Peak...

On the mend from imposter syndrome and a much needed mental break, I dove right back into my final read through.

Not sure if I've mentioned it before, but my story and MC has two love interests.

When I was writing, I would go through my moments of hating and loving these two men. Just as my fragile little MC does. Before my mental break, I definitely was on the edge of hating Damon (love interest #1) and then I stumbled upon this excerpt and I thoroughly remember it opening a soft spot for him. There is history behind my MC's relationship with Damon, and it's explored quite a bit in the story, but I liked this part too much not to share. It becomes a turning point in the story and opens some eyes and hearts.

“Excuse me?” I need to hear it again, make sure I’m not hallucinating.

“I’m sorry. For everything.” He repeats. With two more words as insurance.

“For what?” He needs to break it down into bullet points. I’m in dire need of a PowerPoint presentation. Reasons why Damon is sorry for being an asshole.

“I’m sorry for not trusting you and invading your personal space. For discouraging you and putting you through what I can only imagine was emotional hell.” I’m suddenly possessed, my head on the verge of spinning 360 degrees. “I’m sorry for fucking you when I shouldn’t have,” he’s not done. “For kissing you when I should have hugged you and for hugging you when I should have kissed you.” This is a Shakespearean monologue. “I’m sorry for being on your case for decisions you can very well make and for getting into my stupid head about it. I’m sorry. For all of that and more.” he drops his head and sniffles. I expected a PowerPoint and was delivered a lecture.

I swallow a sharp object. “Why is this all coming to light now?” My hands feel heavy by my sides, my heart bursting. Trying to diagnose the cause to be sadness or relief.

“Because, I’m moving.” I’m definitely hallucinating, I must be. I pinch my thigh to make sure.

“What?” I double take, shock sparse in my gut.

“I’m leaving the building. I got a new job about an hour out of the city. I signed the new lease two months ago. I’m moving next month.” My heart is clogged in my esophagus. Only this time, it’s not settling.