Who’s gonna come around when you break?
Not to mention it is great inspiration for my story.
Let’s hope I don’t freak out when I read it like I did the first time.
And this is why I’m writing an angsty story about her.
The love of her life is still trapped in a drawing and she sees no way out, and she’s almost defeated. But then there’s this flicker of light and hope, and, um, she gets the guy again.
Finished reading The Day I Met You. Now I need to watch Doctor Who. Or Single Father again. I need more Billie and David things in my life.
Billie was curled up on her bed, her arms clutching a pillow to her chest, wishing it were his body instead. She closed her eyes as tears rolled down her face. Sobs shook her body as she curled herself up tighter. It hurt her to know that he was gone, that she couldn’t physically see him again. Memories of everything she loved about him coursed unbiddenly through her mind. The moments when they would lie together in bed, her head cushioned on his chest. He would stroke her hair and play with her fingers while she listened to his heartbeat. How he would kiss her on the nose every morning, his version of being her personal alarm clock. The trinkets he would pick up while he was out, just because they made him think of her. Billie buried her face in the pillow, screaming as she hit the mattress beside her. “Give him back! Please! Give him back!” Her cries gradually began to soften as exhaustion creeped in on her. “I need him,” she whispered.
In other news, I found Secret Diary of a Call Girl. This may kill me.
A David/Billie one! Which will go perfectly with my story of them!