I have been working on this. I really, really want to write a love story. I’m writing & posting as I go along. WordPress isn’t set up for that so I’m posting on Inkitt. Below is the 1st bit.
There was a beginning and an end. This was the end. As her weak heart slowly beat in tandem with her breath, she looked up at the orange hues and caught a glimpse of his sun-kissed skin. When she fell, she saw his plump cheeks, gazed into his golden brown eyes, counted the freckles that were scattered unevenly across his skin and glanced at his cracked thin lips. She reached for him. He lowered his head then everything stopped and it all went dark.
As the subtle scent of spring was whisked away by the wind, the woman in the brown tattered dress opened her eyes. The wind picked up the dirt from the dry cracked earth and swirled it around while the branches of the evergreen trees in the distance drooped. With a yellow tint splashed across the foreign land, she rubbed her brown eyes. Bruises scattered across her dark brown skin. Dried blood in her tightly coiled dark brown hair. Taking several staggered steps towards the trees, she took a few shallow breaths then she fell and he caught her. The smell of rotting flesh glued itself to the walls of her nostrils while her lungs took a deep breath. When he placed his cold hands on the nape of her neck, she smiled then swayed. As she closed her heavy eyes, she heard a scream then she put her hand on his chest. She leaned her head to the left then to the right. Staring at his black tie, she counted the seconds it took for his chest to move. He wrapped his arms around her and she trembled.
“Reaper,” she said.
“Soul,” he said.
“You’ve come for me.”
“Yes.”
“I’m not ready.”
SONYA A WATSON 