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Title: Breathe
Author: J.L. Beck
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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When death is all you have to offer, what's truly at risk?
Jackson Winters is just your average twenty something year old going through life as it throws curve ball after curve ball. I mean, nothing could be worse than the most recent thing God has thrown his way. Instead of living bed ridden for the rest of his days he sets out on a journey with a bucket list in hand and need to accomplish something significant.
Avery Masters was the 'it' girl of her high school. Now she's a nobody, a woman plagued by her own fears and guilt, praying that someday the pain will leave her if only she could move on with her life and finally breathe again.
They say that you don’t truly know what life is about until you see your life flash before your eyes. I believed that Jackson was that flash, he had come into my life like a shooting star demolishing everything that made me who I was in his wake. As our friendship grew, so did my feelings. He told me not to try, that he could never be more than a friend to me. He told me there was no way for love to form in something that was dying… After all nothing could grow from death.
He was wrong.
I was wrong.
Neither of us realized that for things to grow, something had to die.
Two people set out on two very different paths. One to death, and the other to live. Love has its own way of turning even the darkest moments into the brightest.
When life gives you lemons squeeze them in to make lemonade. I
had always been the glass half full kind of guy. The one that would always find
a way to see the world for what it truly was; that bad days happened, and that
you could learn from your mistakes. That’s why I wasn’t really sure what lead
me to sitting in this therapist’s office. I had no meaning to be here, I
should’ve been doing something else with my time, or at least what was left of
it.
Instead
here I sat, my eyes lingering along the white washed wall in front of me. I
couldn’t help but allow my mind to drift to the woman I ran into as I was
coming into the office. Her dark hair, the way her eyebrows puckered together
in fear. I could tell just by one look that she wasn’t living, she was a
fragile being. That something far before me had broken her.
“How are
you feeling?” Cole asked, of course interrupting my thoughts on the brunette. I
fiddled with my fingers. How did I feel? Cold. Dead. Not yet, but I was pretty
close to it. I was one breath away from meeting my maker.
“Being that
my family is preparing for my funeral instead of enjoying my last living months
with me, I would say not very well.” I mocked slightly, a bit annoyed by his
question.
He smiled,
“While then, I take it things aren’t going well. Aside from that, how are you
feeling?”
I gritted
my teeth, “Honestly, I feel cold inside.” I had never spoke the words out loud.
I had never admitted them to anyone aside from myself.
“Why do you
feel cold?” I squeezed my fists tightly, my head starting to ache from the
anger that was forming inside of me.
“Because
there are a million and one better things I should be doing right now. Because
my family should be here, enjoying these last moments with me, and because I
have never felt more alone now than I have since I was diagnosed with cancer.”
Silence settled over us, kind of the way snow settles onto the ground after a
heavy snow-storm.
“I want you
to do something Jackson. Something that might just open up that coldness and
let some warmth in.” I rolled my eyes. Another exercise to test my emotions? I
had been there done that.
“I do group
therapy twice a week. I want you to come, and I want you to bring all your
baggage with you. There are people there with just as much if not more than
yours.” I almost laughed at his words.
“It doesn’t
get much worse than dying.” Those words weren’t a joke, but true to the bone.
There were people all around the world complaining about the way they lived
life, girls that treated there parents like crap because they couldn’t have the
latest fashion accessory. Ungrateful individuals, unaware that there were
people around them dying every second. People that would gladly take one minute
from there god forsaken lives to put back into their unbeating heart.
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