Here’s the prologue for Finally Us (True Love, Book 3) which is in dual points of view š
Enjoy!
Finally Us
Prologue
Ā Ellen
Itās said that thereās nothing more beautiful than someone who smiles after struggling through tears.
Well, then I must be frickinā stunning.
And having to wear a smile all the damned time because you know that the minute you stop youāll start to cry is exhausting.
And that just sucks.
Iāve been walking around for the past four months doing just that knowing that the minute I let my guard down, Iāll crumble. And I donāt want to crumble. Crumbling means picking up the pieces and I donāt have time for that.
Damn it, Iām a strong, independent woman (at least thatās what Mom tells me) who now has a great job that I busted my ass for. Iāve got great friends, a great family and most everything is going well for me. I mean, I bought my first pair of Jimmy Chooās last week, for crying out loud. I should be on top of the world, right?
Yeah, wellā¦ yeah.
My name is Ellen Love, Iām twenty-five years old and despite all the good in my life (seriously, those Jimmy Chooās are fabulous), Iām currently a shadow of my former self.
Wait. Hear that? Thatās a tiny violin playing, āMy Heart Bleeds for You.ā Ā
Go fuck yourself, violin.
And, apparently, Iām a little angry.
Anyway, on what do I blame my current condition, you ask. To be honest, the reason is that my heart is broken, Iām pissed off, and I owe it all to Jagger Knox Jensen.
See, Jag was the love of my life for twenty years. Twenty years! And now that heās no longer here, I feel broken. Completely shattered.
And I hate it.
I miss him.
I want him back.
But I know that canāt happen unless we get some things worked out first.
And although my family and friends have tried to help me, the advice Iāve received has been far from comforting.
Mom says hearts were meant to be broken.
Dad says time heals all wounds.
And my best friend Rebecca says it takes half the time you were together to get over someone. Ā
Soooo, Iām thinking that Iāll be fine in, oh, another nine and a half years.
Awesome.
~~~
Ā Jag
Breaking up with someone you love is a total mindfuck.
First of all, you still love them, so why the hell are you breaking up? Second, when things happen in your life, you want to share them with that person, but theyāre no longer there which is total bullshit. And third, well, third is the worst because thereās this person-shaped hole inside of you, and no matter what you do to fill this void, it remains empty, reminding you that nothing can fill it but them.
And the El-shaped chasm in my fucking chest hurts like a son of a bitch.
I miss her.
I want her back.
But then again, Iām so pissed at her that I know I need to stay away. For how long, I donāt know. I guess until I donāt want to throw shit whenever I see her.
And this has been going on for four months.
My name is Jag Jensen (Hi, Jag), Iām twenty-seven and I think Iāve now earned the Platinum Assholes Anonymous card.Ā Iām not proud of it, just so you know.
Although Ellen Love and I have known each other for most of our lives, we were officially together for almost nine years before our breakup. Thatās a long time to be with someone to just throw it all away. But I guess sometimes you have to take a break from each other, put things on hold for a bit. At least I hope thatās what this is, a break.
And breaks suck.
My family and friends have tried helping me, but itās just something Iām going to have to work through, I guess.
Dad tells me hanging on is sometimes harder than letting go.
Mom says everything happens for a reason.
And my friend Baxter says that when itās ready to work itself out, it fucking will.
Iāll say this much, Iām not going to lose her and Iāll fight to get her back. But the time for that is not now, so Iāll wait.
Ā Just. Fucking. Awesome.
Harper Bentley Ā© 2014
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