Title: Everywhere Unraveled
Author: Fiona Keane
Genre: YA Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Fueled by coffee and rainy days, shelves of books consuming her home in the Pacific Northwest, and a vivid imagination, Fiona writes about love because she believes the world needs more of it. She could spend eternity lost in a story, taken into someone’s thoughts while she is left lingering there long after the pages have turned. Fiona works to meld themes in the current world and spin them into stories of longing, determination, and hope. Her characters are relatable and relevant, as they battle their own fictional version of existence.Author Links:
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I told myself not to look up, not to see the hurt I knew was there, but I didn't listen to the wimpy voice inside my mind. I listened to my heart and his voice instead. He was feet away, approaching with hesitation, and his hazel eyes were hauntingly void of the magnetic golden sparkle that beckoned my heart.
"Soph." Jameson's fingers wrapped around my shoulders, slowly shaking me to reality. He was crying. His eyes were moist, threatened by tears.
"I...I'm sorry." I fell into him, my body crashing against his with such a force that we nearly tumbled onto the pavement. His arms tightened around my back, adhering us to one another. It was a bittersweet suffocation because I knew I still had to leave. I needed to breathe.
"Please don't go," he whispered above my head, lifting a palm to press my face against his chest. I was beginning to sniffle, more tears obstructing my vision, when I struggled to wiggle from his hold.
"Please let me," I replied, lifting my head back to see his face. He had aged in the last hour alone, fearful, unsure, and lost. Just like me.
"Where are you going?"
"Somewhere." I inhaled, absorbing what I could of him while tightly closing my eyes.
The soft crackling hum of his anxious voice flowed into my ears, torturing my confidence. "Let me come with you."
"Not this time, Jameson."
"At least let me take you somewhere so I know you're safe."
My head shook, a heavy sigh trembling from my lips. "Jameson?"
"Yes, Soph?"
"This might sound strange, but do you remember the first time we touched one another? Like when our hands..."
He interrupted me, his eyes knowingly scanning mine. "At school. I was leaving late because I had to finish an art project and you wouldn't let me drive you home. I tried to take your hand. And...yes, I remember."
"The feeling?"
"Yes." He nodded, swallowing in anticipation of my words.
My lungs slowly steadied, only a few ragged hiccup breaths dribbled from my throat. I blew some air out, steadying my nerves before continuing. "I can't forget it. It's like an electric current that just runs through my body now, like it's part of my bloodstream and part of some system that keeps me..."
"Alive." His expression softened, comprehending my words entirely.
"And," I continued, blushing through my damp cheeks, "when you promised youd keep away my nightmares, the first time you spent the night in my room. You let me sleep on you when you barely knew me."
"I wanted to know you. I told you that, Soph." Jameson released his hold around my body and lifted his hands to my face, cupping my cheeks tightly. "You broke down my walls, Sophia Reid. I can't move forward without you as my foundation. I won't."
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