Romance story 2019
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I See You. A paranormal lesbian romance by Luna Lopez. Pink BOX PUBLISHING For my wonderful son to the rest of the world, you are different, but to me you are perfect and bring me untold joy prologue. It had the worst day at work, but I wanted to leave it at the front door. Anything that could go roll did. But there was a glimmer of light in the darkness of my day, and that was knowing it wouldn't be long until I see Sarah's happy, smiling face walking up the path toward my front door. My heart skipped a beat, as it always did, knowing that soon be in her warm embrace. As I pushed the key into the lock, I tried to expel the terrible day I'd had out of my mind and focus my attentions on Sara, the one person who never let me down. We had been together a long time, and my love for her had grown exponentially. Admittedly, I needed to show her how I felt more often, but I was happier than I'd ever bean, and she felt the same in my eyes. She was the most wonderful kind and generous person I'd ever met. All my forever's ended with Sarah, and there was nobody else I wanted to spend the rest of my life with pushing the door open. I was surprised and a little disappointed not to smell dinner cooking. Sarah always cooked if she was home before I wass darling, I called out, I'm home. What a bloody day that wass I'll be down in a minute. She snipes down the stairwell. Her clip tone told me her day had bean hard as well. I'm going to pour a glass of wine. Do you want one? Not for me. Her tone and settled me. It seemed so unlike her had she had a nightmare of a day to If so, we do what we usually would and order a curry with a smorgasbord of sides. Parker *** is on the sofa and cry on one another's shoulders. As we've done many times over the years, I grabbed two drag queen glasses from the kitchen cupboard and filled one to the brim with my favourite self African white wine. A few glasses of this and all would be right in the world. Sarah would relent and join me as soon as she was settled and comfortable next to me. Good job. I grabbed the bottle, too. What had happened for her to be so uncharacteristically moody? I was about to find out. Never the lightest on her feet. I heard Sarah stop down the stairs, something some thump, then a loud sigh. I'm in the living room, babe. For some reason, I felt anxious, but another gulp of wine hit the right spot and took care of that. Seconds later, Sarah appeared her usual cherry expression, more of a scowl. We need to talk to Mia. I drained the glass and set up directing all my attentions toward her. What's wrong? Love us. She turned away, seemingly unable to look at me. What does that mean? And at least have the decency to look at me. She turned to face me, her complexion ashen and drawn. Her eyes started about it means we were wrong. Speak English, for God's sake, Sara, I'm leaving you Okay, she snapped her tone. Vicious and cutting. Her eyes bore into mine, and I could see she meant every word. She was saying. There wasn't a flicker of emotion, not the slightest trace of it. here. No hint of regret, Sadness, absolutely nothing. I felt the breath leave my body and panic began to rise within me. But why? My job wobbled. I was trying to hold myself together. We just don't work as a couple anymore, Mir and haven't for a long time. What the **** are you talking about? This is all new to me. Had I been living in a bubble of domestic bliss while all along Sarah had been planning to leave me. We're supposed to be getting married next year. I'm sorry, but I don't love you anymore. Wow. She hit me right between the eyes with that one. It wasn't welcome home I'd been expecting. He didn't say that when we made love last night. It was just a ****, Mia. It meant nothing. The step through the heart paralysed me. Sarah was never cool or unkindly, which only furthered my confusion. Quiet fell over the room as I steered on her delicate jab and then unleashed. So last night was what exactly? One last hurrah before you threw everything we've built up down the drain. Is that what you're telling me? Basically, Yeah, her indifference maddened this Reveal of disgraceful behaviour. I bowled my fists digging my nails into the palms of my hands. It was either that or lose my temper and slapper. How dare she dropped this bombshell on me that our relationship was over, That when we made love last night It meant nothing that she didn't love me. What's really going on here? I choked out the question. I know you better than this. There's something you're not telling me. I pulled myself another glass of wine. If you have any respect for me, at least tell me the truth. Fine, she spat. I didn't want to do this or hurt you any more than I have. But if you want the truth, I met somebody else. And when there was no mistaking how angry I felt three years ago, I don't know why, but it burst out laughing. Maybe because I'd be in a full. If you've been cheating on me for all that time, then why tell me now? I'd never have been any the wiser because I have a future with Jasmine. And with you I don't her words blatant and burned right through me. Do I know her? This I hated the name Jasmine. No, you don't. So what are you waiting for? Trust was everything to me. And once broken, there was no turning back. If you're leaving, you're taking enough time about it. I filled my wine glass. The bottle was now empty. I'd like it if we could be friends in time, That is. I must have been possessed by the devil, right at that moment, because suddenly and without warning, I launched the contents of my wine glass right at her. It didn't hit where I wanted it. Teo. I was always a terrible aim. But I got a little satisfaction from seeing the wine splashed up her jeans. Wisely. She moved away from me. Friends, I yelled, Are you barking mad? Hysteria bubbled in my veins. Why would I want to be friends with a lying, cheating ***** like you? Fine her shrug, matching her indifference. Your choice, Mia, Go **** yourself. Swearing was not in my nature, but some occasions called for it. This was definitely one of them. Her hands firm on her waist. She turned away and reached for her suitcase. One I neglected to notice when I walked in, preoccupied with my wretched day. Look after yourself, Mia. I stood up, refusing to meet her gaze. Get out of my house, Sarah. She placed her house keys on the telephone table in the hallway and reached for the door knob. I'll come back tomorrow after work for the rest of my things. Not wanting her to witness my heartbreak. I held back my tears until the front door closed. Then a tsunami of emotions spilled from within me. I sank to the floor and sobbed. Sara, my love, my life, the woman I depend all my hopes and dreams on gone, she had cruelly snatched it away from me.