I know it's been forever, and who knows if there is anyone out there still reading this.Today I felt like just writing something, I want to know anyone's opinion, if you read this first paragraph in a book would you be enticed to continue reading the book? Here it is ;
She focused the camera lens on the
sketchpad, the picture came into focus and just before clicking the
shutter she thought about what she was about to do. With just this
one click she would be essentially wiping away all the memories they
had together, there could be no more looking back into the past. There
could never again be remembering the late night talks when he would
stand close looking down on her, making both the butterflies and
blood rush up her body. She laughed sneeringly at how innocent she
used to be.Never again she thought, she clicked the shutter, connected the camera to the printer. When the picture printed, she stood again looking down at the message she had written next to the sketch. Jasmine had never been the decisive one, maybe this was going too far, was she being too rash?
At that moment, there was a knock on her bedroom door "Who is it?" her voice sounded painful and like broken glass, a true reflection of how she felt. "Moving crew, is everything ready?" It was like a sign, and the push she needed. She took the picture, placed it
in an envelope packed the rest of her things in the suitcase. Opening the door she let the men come in to clear up the rest of her things and walked out of the
room without taking a second glance. Walking down the hallway to his
room, she tried to suppress all the sadness that was overcoming her, she slipped the envelope under his door. Rolling her suitcase
behind her she got into the elevator and for once was glad that the
noise of the elevator doors closing echoed throughout the hallway. She
knew he would hear it, like he always did. Good. This is finally the
end of this place.
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