When Simon and Lewis decide to go camping for the week, all hell breaks loose. The question is; can the two survive the trip?
His eyes were the dark hollows haunting her dreams each night she slept. He was the wisps of shadow at the windowsill, seeping through the glass and watching her every breath. He was the silence that fell on a stormy night, the featherlight footsteps on the bedroom carpet, stepping ever closer to the sheets hanging limply from her bed. His blackened flutters of hair was the frame for a face too pale to bleed. His soft hands were the midnight clouds to brush against her cheeks. His scarred lips, the gateway to the gleaming razor smile he wore on the night she finally stirred, her eyelids flicking open, to catch him watching. Watching as he always did. And before she had the chance to so much as draw breath, he was gone.
Just put the ending to my draft (still need to add some more to the middle of the book), and, yeah, I’ve had the ending in my head for about two or three days, now. There was an awkward moment when I wasn’t sure, as I was writing it, if I was going to bawl my eyes out. I know, I know.. “YOU’RE WRITING IT! You can change the ending to whatever the hell you like!” Sadly, no, I can’t. Well, alright, I physically could, but I have this terrible condition called ‘plot-before-self’. I don’t want to screw up a perfectly good idea for a story by changing it to make me a happy sausage. No. If this ever gets published, I’ll leave that up to the fanfic writers. Also, I’m British. That means positive endings must only exist within a darkened tone. It’s true.
Still pisses me off, though. *laughs* Need to think of a title for this creation, though I’ll do that, later.
To anyone reading this after (if it has been published) the book has come out, what do you think of the ending? Would you like to smash my trollface in? Please form an orderly queue.