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This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound,
an SFR story about Emmily, a 40-something woman, and Gen Rael, an alien
who crash-landed on Earth and took her hostage until his rescue
Their fiery beginnings together have taken a turn. They're on the back
porch together. Emmily and Gen Rael are discussing falling in love.
My last post ended with this:
No. I’m way overthinking this. Even Mr. Perfect-English-As-A-Second-Language occasionally makes a mistake with verb-tense. I’ve probably just not caught one before today. I mean, he mentioned at the end of his search for her. He’s still looking…
I ask, “You’re sure you’ll find her?”
“Every search reaches fruition, one way or another.”
The words form, but I bite them back—that we can’t always have the fruits of our search.
I ‘m sad for him, that he doesn’t have that in his life, his best friend. And I’m sad for me, because I lost mine.
Okay, I didn’t lose him; I made an error. And maybe Rael’s right. I need to forgive myself for that.
“I gave up hope, once,” he says. “Then my work became the focus of my life, but...”
A little more if you're interested.
He grows quiet. I don’t know what’s causing his hesitation.
He leans my way and nudges my shoulder with his. Finally, he says, “Maybe there is hope after all, Emmily Wagner.”
Hope. It stirs inside of me. Dear Lord, how I hope…
I'm sorry for my prolonged absence. I have my fingers crossed that life will get back to some kind of normal now. My husband just had a third surgery in five weeks. It culminated in 11 days in the hospital on potent antibiotics that brought about acute kidney failure. Doctor visits and visiting nurses are ongoing. It's a reset for sure. Grateful to have him back home with me. Thanks for visiting! Have a good week!