When She Falls V2

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When She Falls V2

Status: 2nd Draft

When She Falls V2

Book by: graymartin

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Genre: Romance

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Just one month from med school graduation, Ethan Chase is about to start the life of his dreams, with a promising career and a supermodel-with-a-Harvard-degree fiancée. Problem is, he might want
something more, and he might have just found her.



Callahan Perrin is a young prodigy with a troubled past. Famous since childhood for her haunting and unique art, her gift is also her curse. Is she destined for a tragically short life like her
father or can she find another path?



I workshopped the first seven chapters of this WIP a few years ago. Lost the thread, but now I'm trying to pick it back up. Those of you who remember the story can pick up where I left off at
Chapter 8. Cheers, Gray

Content Summary


Just one month from med school graduation, Ethan Chase is about to start the life of his dreams, with a promising career and a supermodel-with-a-Harvard-degree fiancée. Problem is, he might want
something more, and he might have just found her.



Callahan Perrin is a young prodigy with a troubled past. Famous since childhood for her haunting and unique art, her gift is also her curse. Is she destined for a tragically short life like her
father or can she find another path?



I workshopped the first seven chapters of this WIP a few years ago. Lost the thread, but now I'm trying to pick it back up. Those of you who remember the story can pick up where I left off at
Chapter 8. Cheers, Gray

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I've rewritten the first chapter. Very different, but more in line with where I want the story to go. Please let me know what you think.

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Route 2 near Waltham, Massachusetts

March 30th, 2:30 AM

 

Ethan

 

It should have been me.

Ethan Chase punched the steering wheel with bloodied knuckles, then stared ahead at the empty highway. He’d sacrifice his soul for another chance to save her, but God didn’t want his soul.

God was as dead as Abbie – as silent and cold as the gaping hole that had swallowed her casket.

This isn’t real. I’ll take this exit up ahead, turn around, and she’ll be home waiting for me.

Denial was the worst type of torture. Each irrational moment of hope triggered a fresh wave of grief. He sobbed as reality crashed back down on him. Nothing could change the past. Nothing could bring his sister back.

“Why, why, why?”

He screamed until his voice was gone, until all he could hear was the growling engine and the roaring wind. Maybe if he drove faster, he could escape this reality. He’d wake up in a cold sweat and pick up the phone to call her. He’d tell her how much he loved her. How he’d just had the worst nightmare.

Eighty miles per hour.

Ninety.

One hundred.

The speed was terrifying, but he couldn’t slow down. Couldn’t ease his foot off the accelerator. He had to escape. Had to leave this nightmare behind.

The Porsche rocketed into the darkness, headlights illuminating swaths of asphalt and forest. Trees and sign posts shot past him like debris in a hurricane.

One ten.

One twenty.

The highway narrowed, tree branches arching overhead to form a thick canopy. The road was as empty as deep space. Nothing to ground him to reality, but he knew this route. Knew that time was running out.

Up ahead, the road curved around a reservoir, moonlight shimmering off black water.

No. Abbie wouldn’t want this.

He pumped the brakes. Tires squealed as the Porsche fishtailed, then bucked like a panicked animal.

The guardrail rushed toward him, filling the windshield.

Time slowed, expanding like a rubber band.

One second.

Two.

He slammed his foot on the brake and spun the wheel, fighting for control, but it was too late.

The rubber band stretched taut and snapped, flipping the car over with impossible speed.

He had time for just one thought before his world exploded into a maelstrom of crunching metal and shattered glass.

I don’t want to die.

 

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