I promised you'll get this week sometime this week, and well, I really got down to it, and I'm happy that I can present toi with the prologue today :DDD
So, I really hope that toi like this one guys,
Cause, boy, I am taking a really really HUGE risk out here, and toi won't know what it is till chapter 1. :P
I'm hopeful toi will like it, cause I'm both scared and thrilled about it :D
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Prologue
Hugh sat in his living room, scotch sipped in a glass somewhere in the afternoon placed on the coffee table, tableau in front of him, expecting his Chinese take out to arrive any moment. It was a warm June night and he was alone. Again. The huge l’espace that he'd once dared call accueil seemed lonelier than ever. This wasn't were he belonged. An empty house, an empty bed. No chiens running around like they'd used to.
He missed her, so much. He had been such a moron, he'd ruined everything. He had had everything he'd possibly wanted and all of that with her, and he managed to screw it up. Not that it had ever been easy and plain for the two of them, but they'd gotten by. They'd learned how to live with all the flaws of the joined life they'd chosen to lead.
The plan had been, they would wait until the montrer was over to tell the world that they were together, and in the meantime, he'd proceed with his divorce and get over with it before the montrer ended.
If only it weren't for his stupid decisions and tongue faster than thought.
Hugh sighed. This was were his stupid reasoning had gotten him. This place so quiet toi could hear the wind blowing through the open window on the first floor.
She'd gone to be with someone else, to try to pursue her happiness with some other guy, away from him. And although she wasn't with that man for a while, she had no intention of getting back to Hugh.
She'd made her mind clear and he had no idea how to get her back.
If only there was a way.
He heard the doorbell ring and got up to finally get his dinner. He bit his lower lip as he remembered that brief five months before, there had been a beautiful woman standing in his kitchen, wearing an tablier and making him vegan meals he'd pretended he hated.
“Good evening” The elderly Chinese woman a dit as Hugh opened the door. He hadn't expected someone of that age to have a job in delivery.
Hugh muttered a confused “Good evening, are toi the delivery?” and the woman smiled mischievously.
“Aren't toi a lonely man” she a dit softly, almost to herself, her facial expression changing. “Here, have this,it will do toi only good,but only if toi know what toi want in your life” she placed something in Hugh's hand and before Hugh got a chance to look up from the little fortune cookie placed in his hand,
the woman was gone.
Hugh looked around in confusion, only a minute after seeing an approaching delivery van.
“Thanks!”The delivery guy a dit enthusiastically as he gladly welcomed the 20 $ tip Hugh gave him.
Hugh closed the door behind, little cartons filled with nourriture in tow, and proceeded to the living room, only now remembering he hadn't switched the lights on even though the sun set some odd five hours ago.
He opened one of the little carton boxes, but soon after gazed at the fortune cookie that he had placed on the coffee table, tableau a bit before he'd sat down. He smiled as he remembered the last time he'd opened one of those, but his smile was quickly replaced par a frown as, once again, he found that memory being the one with her.
'If toi could just see what have I done, Lise' he thought as he took the little cookie and before he opened it up, the appearance of the elderly woman still confusing him, got Lost in his thoughts again.
'If only I could wake up to your beautiful face again, no matter how' he sighed as the fragile cookie broke in his clenched hand.
Hugh opened his hand and dropped the pieces on the table, he'd pick those up later, and retrieved the small piece of paper that lied within the broken pieces of the wheat cookie.
'Be careful what toi wish for' was written in calligraphy letters.
Hugh chuckled. His wish would remain the same, no matter what. He knew what he wanted.
He finished his dîner and disposing of the little carton boxes, went to sleep.
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