I wish your story began on page 248
Like broken bones and open skin
healed and sealed
and in one piece again.
Wasted years spent in silence wishing
that she aches for you
just as much as you do.
But now that the time has come and gone
and the love has ended before it began.
How does a girl glue back a heart in pieces?
When with every breath she takes – she winces.
Where does a girl find the will to live?
When there’s nothing left for her to give?
Her heart, her soul
she’s completely empty.
No love, no feelings
and death she envies.
I can’t get this book out of my head. For once, I wish there was a sequel and it was a part of a series. I have to know what happened. I have to know if Autumn really turned out okay as she’d wanted me to believe at the end of the book. And I want to know if Phineas Smith’s legacy continued on. It’s a wanting that I know will never be sated – unless I write a fanfiction of it. But I’m not a writer. Half the time, I can barely string two sentences together without desecrating the English language. But if I were half as good as some of those fanfiction authors, I’ll re-write the ending. Heck, I’ll start their story on page 248. But I don’t want to disrespect the author and her work and besides, I don’t want to ruin their story.
I get like this sometimes. There are some books that I simply can’t get over…or it takes quite a long time for me to forget the characters. If He Had Been With Me had been with me for a week now and it doesn’t look like it’s going anywhere soon.