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When I was nineteen years old, I lived for sex, drugs and a good party. I had it all - good looks, a fast car and a hot girlfriend. Nothing in life was more important.
That was, until I met Ellison James….
Since the moment I first saw her she was a raging bull; tackling me in the mud and throwing out insults as fast as her tongue could form the sound.
She was snarky
She was rude
And she pissed me off like no other woman could.
I lived beside her for a summer and in the three months that I walked by her side...
She opened my eyes
She changed my life
And she made me a better man
“Why do you keep chasing after me, Hunter?” I could tell how raw her throat must have
been by the scratch in her voice. I was
thrown off by her question and it took me a minute to formulate a response.
I didn’t answer her immediately because I felt like
everything, all the times we’d spent together, all the smiles we’d shared and
the tears that had fallen, and all the years I wanted to share those types of
moments with her in the future hinged on my response. Why did I keep chasing after her? To most, she was just another girl in small
town who was struggling like the rest of us in an attempt to find a place where
she belonged in this world. Most of
those people weren’t lucky enough to know her like I’d known her – they hadn’t
talked to her, hadn’t been shown the depths that existed within her. Much like the moon and stars that hung above
us tonight, Ellison was a light that wasn’t easily contained. She burned bright enough to break through the
dense fog I’d walked in my entire life.
Because of her, I’d opened my eyes when I hadn’t even been aware they’d
been closed – and for that, I’d chase her forever.
Clearing my throat, I reached up and pulled her hand from my
cheek when I turned to look her in the eyes.
Speaking quietly, I confessed, “Because you are a dream and
someone once told me that if I had a dream, I should chase it.” It was a simple explanation, but somehow I
knew Ellison would understand the honest weight of what I’d said.
Her eyes blinked slowly as she studied my face and as usual,
she did something unexpected. She
laughed. The corners of my lips turned
up when I tried to suppress my grin. Her
laughter sounded fragile, as if something so tiny could come along and break it
apart - but it was there and my heart raced against my chest to hear it.
“That is probably the strangest thing I’ve heard you say
yet.”
M.S. Willis is a romance
novelist whose debut novel, Control, was released in 2013. Although
currently writing in the romance genre, Willis has plans to expand her literary
pursuits into multiple genres and has no fear conquering difficult subject
matters in her writing. Willis is a native Floridian who is also a
photographer and musician. When not absorbing herself in written, visual
or musical expression, Willis is an adrenaline junkie, a ‘closet’ video game
enthusiast, and an avid outdoors person and nature lover.
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