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This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story. Emmily is on a supply run, and Adren (the youngest looking alien) is with her this time. He's just revealed to her that they will harm bystanders to keep her from exposing them to authorities.
Several of you commented last week that my focus on Adren might be confusing to the reader about who is actually our heroine's romantic interest. The chapter I've been sharing is about a third of the way through the story, and is another supply run--which I've used as a vehicle to help flesh out other characters within the group. One-on-one time with Emmily. Some may get side stories down the line. From this point forward, my hope is that the reader will feel like they know Adren a bit better, and possibly sympathize with him. I think that in the larger context of the story, it's obvious that her romantic interest is Genrael. That doesn't mean I'm discounting the comments and advice you generously shared with me last week. I'm learning. :-) And I do put them to good use. It's on my list to take another look at physical descriptions and see where they might need to be made less appealing through Emmily's eyes.
I'm finishing this chapter today, and will move on to a chapter where Emmily and Genrael's romance is the focus.
Last week ended with: His eyes ignite with a fire I didn’t think he possessed.
The Snippet:
“The truth? I know it well. That Genrael, Kade, Jayla, Kuvio, Breen and me? Our truth is that we are stranded a long way from the safety and familiarity of our home. How or why we are here does not matter, but the reality is that we are. And we are not going anywhere until our rescue arrives." He pauses, then his voice cracks when he adds, "We are doing what anyone would do facing the same peril. Only what we must to survive.”
Yet again, he has rendered me speechless.
As I stare at him, he says in a voice gone so soft, I strain to hear him. “And we are trying to do it without harming others.”
My anger turns to heartache. He might tell me he’s older than me, but this… this crash that left them stranded a zillion miles from home for all I know, has rendered him in some ways no more than a frightened child. And still, there is goodness in him.
My eyes swim. For how messed-up this whole situation is. For their terrifying current life’s reality, In some convoluted way, I’m sympathizing with them all, like it’s okay, perfectly fine that I’m their hostage, keeping them safe until they can all go home.
“I would do the same,” I tell him. “to survive, if I had to.”
He never even pointed a weapon at me. He used a threat, which I now suspect was an empty one.
I pull back onto the road and head toward home.
That's it for this week. Scene change coming up. Thank you so much for visiting and for reading. :-)
