Second Chances: Analysis
Second Chances
“What can I say my darling? You are the love of my life, the reason why I smile.” he said, as he held her hands in his. “You, give a whole new purpose to my existence, gifting me the ample joy to wake up every morning with a bright smile on my face.” His hand now draped the back of her neck while the other traced her lips with the back of his other. Her eyes drifted from his eyes to the lips, and he seized the moment to rather savagely kiss her as if tomorrow was on the verge of extinction.
“Tell me! Tell me you’d never leave me Roger.” She cried in a desperate tone. Her hands rushed to his cheeks, urging him to take heed and pay more attention than he already was to her. His kind eyes glistened and he kissed her again and …show more content…
“Axel,” her voice so soft, he had to strain his ears to listen to her. “Go to the very core of this all. Do you actually want to end it?”
He didn’t have to look at her to know her eyes were watering, or that her cheeks and nose were reddening. He despised himself right now. Purposely, he’d been a jackass, just to rile her to say the unavoidable. Now that at last it has arrived, with her tiny and low timbre, he was at a loss of words.
He analyzed through and through what would be his answer, of course. Well, since he procured this dire situation to himself, he might as well get it over with. “Katelyn,” she took a sharp audible gasp, and he distinguished she knew by my soft tone and not the mention of her usual nickname Kate that this will be unpleasant.
“I think,” Just say it… “I think we both know that our final notice is over reached. The house got sold, and we’re just lagging, and dragging over insignificant excuses not to leave the house.We’re like a dog wondering why it can’t be intimately with a bee. Our chances are as possible as it is for gravity to seize its existence, and all of this is as obvious like knowing the difference between love, infatuation and …show more content…
As they eyed each other for a minute, his last memory is how an irascible pain penetrated his chest.
Chapter 1
There’s this moment only some experience, where you wonder if death itself is better than being alive. If the pain was worth breathing. If you ever actually want to wake up as you close your eyes. Obviously, breathing is the first thing that came with an insufferable pain shooting through his chest and he felt achy all over.
Pain is the absolute and definite way of knowing you are alive.
His eyes scuffled open leisurely, surveying all the tubes and tape, the awful whiteness of the room, the familiar smell filled of alcohol, the patronizing sound of the beeping machines, all made him conclude he’s in a hospital.
“Axel Flynn Lincoln? You have finally awaken. Good, good…” The odd voice said calmly. He shifted his neck to get a complete view of who he was. His dry throat felt like it hadn’t known what was water in
“What can I say my darling? You are the love of my life, the reason why I smile.” he said, as he held her hands in his. “You, give a whole new purpose to my existence, gifting me the ample joy to wake up every morning with a bright smile on my face.” His hand now draped the back of her neck while the other traced her lips with the back of his other. Her eyes drifted from his eyes to the lips, and he seized the moment to rather savagely kiss her as if tomorrow was on the verge of extinction.
“Tell me! Tell me you’d never leave me Roger.” She cried in a desperate tone. Her hands rushed to his cheeks, urging him to take heed and pay more attention than he already was to her. His kind eyes glistened and he kissed her again and …show more content…
“Axel,” her voice so soft, he had to strain his ears to listen to her. “Go to the very core of this all. Do you actually want to end it?”
He didn’t have to look at her to know her eyes were watering, or that her cheeks and nose were reddening. He despised himself right now. Purposely, he’d been a jackass, just to rile her to say the unavoidable. Now that at last it has arrived, with her tiny and low timbre, he was at a loss of words.
He analyzed through and through what would be his answer, of course. Well, since he procured this dire situation to himself, he might as well get it over with. “Katelyn,” she took a sharp audible gasp, and he distinguished she knew by my soft tone and not the mention of her usual nickname Kate that this will be unpleasant.
“I think,” Just say it… “I think we both know that our final notice is over reached. The house got sold, and we’re just lagging, and dragging over insignificant excuses not to leave the house.We’re like a dog wondering why it can’t be intimately with a bee. Our chances are as possible as it is for gravity to seize its existence, and all of this is as obvious like knowing the difference between love, infatuation and …show more content…
As they eyed each other for a minute, his last memory is how an irascible pain penetrated his chest.
Chapter 1
There’s this moment only some experience, where you wonder if death itself is better than being alive. If the pain was worth breathing. If you ever actually want to wake up as you close your eyes. Obviously, breathing is the first thing that came with an insufferable pain shooting through his chest and he felt achy all over.
Pain is the absolute and definite way of knowing you are alive.
His eyes scuffled open leisurely, surveying all the tubes and tape, the awful whiteness of the room, the familiar smell filled of alcohol, the patronizing sound of the beeping machines, all made him conclude he’s in a hospital.
“Axel Flynn Lincoln? You have finally awaken. Good, good…” The odd voice said calmly. He shifted his neck to get a complete view of who he was. His dry throat felt like it hadn’t known what was water in