Blackbird (a Sometimes Never Novella) - Plot & Excerpts
Of course, the fifteen minute drive already feels much farther when I’d become accustomed to having Hope in my arms every night. It sucks. A lot. I lie in my new bed—the one that came with the apartment—and stare at the shadows passing over my ceiling with each car that drives by. I can hear the music drifting from the bar down the road. Laughter and shouting joins the cadence and I sigh. Sleep is hard enough when I’m lying here alone. Sliding my phone off the nightstand, I send Hope a text. I’d rather call her so I can hear her voice, but I don’t know if she’s sleeping. Plus she has a roommate now and their place is as small as my apartment. I don’t want to piss the girl off. Hope seems to like her and I’m not about to screw that up. I don’t get a reply back, so I set my phone back up on the stand and flip to my side. I turn on the playlist Hope made for me and turn it up just loud enough to cut off the outside noise and close my eyes. The last thought I have is of Hope. The sun beats down on my face and I squint against it.
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