- I’ve had enough. I can’t take it anymore! – those were the words Nathan had hoped never to hear since the day he fell in love with Jane, a small town country girl he had met in a gas station diner six months earlier. Jane was the kind of girl you fell in love with from the very moment you set eyes on her. In fact, some say that if there ever was a more innocent glance, it couldn’t be found in this Universe. Every time the radio played Van Morrison, it was clear to all that Jane was that same brown eyed girl.
Little did Nathan know that on the very night his pick-up truck broke down in a remote town near Nashville, he was about to meet the woman that would make it all worth while. Nath was the type of guy that made “what you see is what you get” seem like the most irrational quote ever versed. It was true that he was a natural introvert, but most will tell you that you could hardly meet a nicer “dude”. That was probably the main reason he always ended up drunk in practically any place you could imagine. He always helped a friend in need, only to have doors slammed in his face, time and time again, when it came their turn to give. It seemed like Karma had a grudge on Nathan, and that drastically came down to love.
As soon as they saw each other, Jane and Nathan knew that there had to be something more. It was like their minds had taken control of the instant and feared no kind of rejection whatsoever. Nathan had been toyed by a cheeky red-head, who failed to mention her long time boyfriend, for months. Jane had dated a worthless, stone-hearted accountant who betrayed her at first chance. It made sense to both that things couldn’t possibly get any worse than that. And it didn’t. They fell for each other almost as instinctively as they had met. Time passed and slowly, but surely, they overcame any feelings they might still have had for their former partners. The day Jane told Nathan she loved him was surely the most warm hearted day of his life.
The wheels on Jane’s spotless Ford swerved into the empty streets with an intoxicating scent of rubber. Nathan was his own best friend again. He somehow knew that he had lost her for good. He pondered on what he might have done wrong, but he just couldn’t figure it out. All that he hoped for was that she never went back to the bastard she had cared for before. Once again Nathan Rosales was alone, all but him and his dead father’s rifle.
Little did Nathan know that on the very night his pick-up truck broke down in a remote town near Nashville, he was about to meet the woman that would make it all worth while. Nath was the type of guy that made “what you see is what you get” seem like the most irrational quote ever versed. It was true that he was a natural introvert, but most will tell you that you could hardly meet a nicer “dude”. That was probably the main reason he always ended up drunk in practically any place you could imagine. He always helped a friend in need, only to have doors slammed in his face, time and time again, when it came their turn to give. It seemed like Karma had a grudge on Nathan, and that drastically came down to love.
As soon as they saw each other, Jane and Nathan knew that there had to be something more. It was like their minds had taken control of the instant and feared no kind of rejection whatsoever. Nathan had been toyed by a cheeky red-head, who failed to mention her long time boyfriend, for months. Jane had dated a worthless, stone-hearted accountant who betrayed her at first chance. It made sense to both that things couldn’t possibly get any worse than that. And it didn’t. They fell for each other almost as instinctively as they had met. Time passed and slowly, but surely, they overcame any feelings they might still have had for their former partners. The day Jane told Nathan she loved him was surely the most warm hearted day of his life.
The wheels on Jane’s spotless Ford swerved into the empty streets with an intoxicating scent of rubber. Nathan was his own best friend again. He somehow knew that he had lost her for good. He pondered on what he might have done wrong, but he just couldn’t figure it out. All that he hoped for was that she never went back to the bastard she had cared for before. Once again Nathan Rosales was alone, all but him and his dead father’s rifle.
1 comment:
Definitely a good start... I want to read more references though. A good story reveals emotions slowly and those tiny details that make all the difference... surroundings, it´s important for the imagination.
I loved it though and here´s a quote for you:
Being loved gives us strength whilst loving someone gives us courage.
Beijinho!
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