Emptier than I do as I prepare to leave this chapter of my life.
Guess that’s something I’ll have to analyze later on. The only thing I know for sure is the conviction in my gut that’s this is the right thing to do.
The moment has come.
No matter how much it might cost me.
One last glance and I close the door on my way out.
The hallway is empty; a fact I’m immensely glad for. Goodbyes were already said. Well-wishes exchanged, prayers given. Anything more would just be awkward at this point.
They might pretend to be okay with my decision, yet I doubt they truly understand. I’m walking away from this life we swore to obey.
In the end, at least a few of them must consider me a traitor.
On the first floor, I approach one of the doors leading to the back garden. Sunlight pours in from the small windows on each side, highlighting my dark brown boots as I walk closer.
Boots.
Haven’t worn these since I was twenty.
The jeans, either.
My t-shirt is new, but my duffel is another remnant of the old days.
The old me that I once abandoned and now have to rediscover.
All thanks to a dream of a sexy demoness with golden blonde hair and color-changing eyes.
Again, that tightness in my chest as I think about that figment of my imagination and have to come to terms with the fact she was never real.
Perhaps I’m not meant to go out there and find a woman. Don’t see how that’ll be possible. None of them will ever be able to live up to that dream girl.
Evil that she might’ve been.
Infatuated with a fantasy woman that was a prostitute and a Succubus. My days as part of the church are definitely over.
I open the door and am met with the view of the stone walkway heading toward the gate. On either side, trees and bushes shine with morning dew and reflected sunlight.
God at his best.
“I’m leaving your house,” I say up toward the sky, squinting as a beam of light hits me in the face. “But you’re everywhere. You’ll lead me wherever I truly need to be.”
I’ve lost many things in the weeks since I became sick, got trapped in a delusion, then awoke to face the thoughts that spawned it, but God is the one thing I can’t ever lose.
I still believe that more than ever.
Even if a sinner like me doesn’t truly deserve his love, I’ll get it anyway.
That’s what God is about.
I can’t even be bitter at the method he used to make me face reality.
Everything happens for a reason.
And I’ve never felt healthier, nor stronger, than I do now, after battling that virus, my inner demons, and coming out on the other end with this new conviction.
It’s time to go out into the world, and my true calling will be out there waiting for me.
I just know it.
The End. . . For now.
Spoiler alert:
She wasn’t a dream: It was all very real.
Athaliah and Logan will be back in my dark paranormal Ryze series ;)
About N. Isabelle Blanco
About N. Isabelle:
N. Isabelle Blanco is the Amazon Bestselling Author of the Allure Series, the Need Series with K.I.Lynn, and many others. At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.
That is, until coffee came a long and took over everything else.
Nowadays, N. spends most of her days surviving the crazy New York rush and arguing with her characters every ten minutes or so, all in the hopes of one day getting them under control.
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Books by N. Isabelle:
Blood Flows Deep
Silence
Sacrifice
Make me Yours
Claire C. Riley
Blurb
Make me Yours
‘You know you want me’
She’s my best friend, and he’s her lover, but he belongs with me.
She’s blond and perfect, a wild child who always gets what she wants.
But I saw him first, and she can’t have him.
This time, I’m taking what’s mine, no matter what it takes.
Prologue
They say that everyone deserves a happily ever after, and I wonder if that’s actually true. Staring down at my best friend, my friend since kindergarten, my partner in crime, my sister in so many ways… I’m not sure that I totally believe that anymore.
How could I?
When everything had gone so wrong and now this was where we were. Drifting away from each other like two clouds in the sky.
We were supposed to be friends forever, but somewhere along the rocky paths of friendship and love, things had become distorted. Lines crossed that should never be crossed. Yet as much as I feel sadness for the way things turned out, I also don’t feel bad. Those lines that I blurred like water on ink, they got me everything that I wanted. And that could never be a bad thing.
So no, I don’t feel guilty, and there is no regret, but there is still sadness.
“Come on, we’ll be late,” Damen calls from the other room, and I smile a wide genuine smile. Probably the first of my life.
I may not deserve a happily ever after because of all the things I did to get it, but I still have it, and no one can take it away from me.
No one.
Chapter One
“I can’t believe you were flirting with him!” Louise screamed a high-pitched girly scream that almost made me want to blow my brains out.
I rolled my eyes. “I was not flirting with him. He’s just someone I talk to in the coffee shop.”
In truth, Damen was tall, dark, and incredibly handsome. The cliché prince from every fairytale I’d ever read.
