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Hey, im new to this community aswell, i posted the first chapter to my story here yesterday, and this is the 2nd.

Id really like some comments on this, tell me what i need to change about it.

This one has a little warning too. Its not much just some kissing between 2 men, but that it i promise :)

Chapter 2: Pursuing A Nightmare


I taste the salt as my tears run down my face as I stand to the side watching the house crumble and knowing that he did not survived. I feel arms around me, steering me away from the edge. I’m still in a daze, I can’t think properly. I can’t register what’s going on. Voices are talking; they sound like a blur to me. I can’t make out the words, I don’t even know if they’re forming words. I see nothing through my tears. I am completely blinded.

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Its morning and I lay in bed, awake.

‘what a weird dream.’

I had been having similar dreams every night for the past week, every time I would wake up I could feel my heart aching, the first time it happened I thought I was having a heart attack and about to die, but it didn’t feel like that after a while, It felt sad, like I had lost the most important thing to me in the world, but it was only a dream after all.

Then there was knocking at my bedroom door.

‘Mr Woodrow?’

I sat up right in bed, Sarah came to clean the house every morning.

‘Good morning Sarah’

Sarah cautiously walked into the room, to make sure I was decent.

‘Good morning Sir, I apologize if I woke you’

‘Perhaps I sleep too much... I do not benefit from life during this time. Do you believe that it is a bad thing?’

I get up and go to look out of the window.

‘Without sleep, we haven’t the energy to enjoy life’

I laughed.

‘That is very true’

 I go into the bathroom to change, as Sarah continued to make the bed for me. After preparing myself for a busy day, I headed down the stairs for my morning breakfast. The kitchen being a grand room, was quite brightly lit. The walls were splashed in sky blue, broken up by plain, stark white curtains on the windows. There, Sarah had continued to sweep the floor, and laid before me was a feast fit for 2 kings.


‘You really don’t need to do all this Sarah, you do enough for me already’

‘Nonsense, I enjoy my work, so you’d better sit down and eat that breakfast before I sweep you outside along with this lot.’

We both smiled. She looked so tiny and fragile, yet she could take on a bull if need be.

‘Your family seem like really nice people’

‘Oh they are, my mother can be a little temperamental as you know, but I love them just the same. Do you have any family sir?’

‘I have a brother who lives in England, my parents have both passed on, and call me Christophe, please, how many times do I have to tell you?’

We smiled again.

‘I’m sorry to hear about your parents … Christophe’

‘There’s no need, really. So, Valen is a very close friend of the family?’

Sarah turned away slightly, and I could see a hint of pink colouring her cheeks.

‘Ah, I see’

I smiled to myself, such a young girl, running around after a man with her adolescent manners.

‘Well, the infamous Valen Bleeker is going to take me on a grand tour of this fine town later this afternoon. Would you like to come along?’

‘No … no, no I’m fine, thank you, but no.’

The pinkness had gotten deeper and deeper until her cheeks were pure crimson. Once I had finished my breakfast, I made to leave to work on my sermons.

‘Well, You know where I am if you change your mind.’

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So there I was, in the town centre waiting for Valen to show. I had been waiting for almost half an hour, but with all honesty, I didn’t mind. I was happy just sitting on the bench making pleasantries with passers by and watching the children run through the river in the distance, on yet another hot day in autumn.
Another 10 minutes had passed, when I saw him waltz towards me in a large group of people. Hands in pockets, with that familiar grin spread across his face.

‘Good Morning Christophe’

I stood up to take his hand in mine.

‘Good afternoon Valen’

I stared at him through slit eyes and smiled. Valen reached up to rub at the back of his neck and winced.

‘I do apologize, I met Sarah on my way here and she wanted to speak to me’

‘Ah Sarah, … she’s a pretty thing, isn’t she?’

He looked at me through the corner of his eyes.

‘Yes, she is.’

His mood seemed to change from joyous to defeated at the mention of her name. This man interested me to no end, he had so many emotions thrown into all these different people he was trying to be, to make others happy.

‘Shall we carry on?’

‘Yes … sorry, I was miles away. I thought we could start at the gardens on the other side of town and …..’

Valen walked ahead of me. We spent a few hours looking around the town and stopping to chat occasionally to many of my new neighbours, this was one of the ’perks’ of the job you see.
The first place he had shown me, was a beautiful garden. It was so steady, and the bright, sharp scent of bruised leaves hung around me, holding me close. This had slowly become my favourite place to go when I needed to think. Especially at night.
After seeing a large amount of the buildings and architecture this place had to offer, we slowly made it back to my cottage.

‘Sugar?’

‘Yes, please’

I handed him his cup and took a seat on the opposite side of the small table.

‘I enjoyed every bit of today, but I am exhausted, lets not do that again for awhile. So Valen … that’s quite an unusual name, is it short for something?’

‘Its short for Valentine. My mother was such a romantic.’

He smiled to himself, seemingly going back to memories of his mother.

‘If you don’t mind me asking … is she still with us? Your mother.’

‘Unfortunately, she isn’t. she died when I was 17, she was a wonderful women.’

‘I’m sure she was. Even if she did wrong in her life, she did right by raising you.’

This statement seemed to shock Valen. His head raised, and we both stared into each others eyes.

‘um … well, I wouldn’t go that far.

He continued to smile to himself, looking at me over the rim of his tea cup.

‘Here’s something ironic. Your 28. 3 years older than me, and I’m your ‘Father’.

Valen leaned across the table and burst out laughing.

‘If that was meant to be funny, it was one of the worst attempt I’ve ever heard.’

‘It made you laugh didn’t it?’

I smiled and sat back in my seat, he leaned on the table, his laughter slowly subsided and all seriousness graced his features.

‘Christophe, can I tell you something?’

I leaned in towards the table myself.

‘Of course’

Looking reluctant to speak, I gave him a few minutes to think. I didn’t try to rush him. After a few moments he spoke.

‘Sarah and I … her parents want us to marry.’

‘And that’s not a good thing.’

It was more of a statement than a question.

‘I don’t think it is, no. Sarah is a lovely girl, and I care for her, but not in that way. I believe that if I were to get married to her, I would be content. She has a wonderful family and I would be provided with a perfect way of living, but if I were to marry her, I will never have the chance to find true love. I will always have to settle with being content, I don’t want that. I need something true.’

My heart reached out to him, I placed my hand along his forearm and looked into his eyes, and he stared back at me.

‘You need to do what your heart tells you to do, not your head. Think of your options, if you choose the one, you wont be happy, if you choose the other you still may not be happy, but you will always have chances to change it and make yourself happy.’

Valen looked down at my hand and smiled, he moved his hand back until his was brushing mine. That moment our hands touched, felt like fire on my fingertips. That moment our hands touched, I feared I would lose him forever. He leaped out of his chair knocking it across the room, as though my fingers were made of eels.

‘I should go.’

‘Valen wait!’

Before I could even finish my sentence, he slammed the door shut behind him, he was gone. I was left there staring into the darkness, with only the shadows of dancing candles for company. I sat for awhile thinking about what had happened.

‘I was just trying to comfort him … he may have took it the wrong way … but did I? … of course I did! … It would be immoral to think of such things … what is happening to me? …’

Soon enough I hadn’t the energy to think any longer, so retired to my room. I lay in bed that night not being able to sleep. Whenever I was able to, I would awake a moment later. Thoughts of him invaded my mind, thoughts that were considered immoral for any one person in my situation. For someone like me to think such things of a women would be wrong. To thing such things of a man … the punishment is unimaginable. I could feel myself drifting again. Hopefully until morning …

‘He’s quite the dish, isn’t he?’

My eyes sprung open, I slowly raised myself and leaned against the headboard. Was it just my thoughts running away with me again?, no, I definitely heard a voice. I stared into the black corner where I heard the sultry voice.

‘Who’s there?!’

A figure stepped out from the black veil, a man reminiscent of a randy demon. He had wide sand-coloured eyes. His luxurious hair was the colour of ripe apricots. He had a broad-shouldered build. His skin, china-white.

‘Who are you?’

He carried on like I hadn’t spoken a word. This creature, continued to walk towards me, and placed itself on the edge of my bed, facing towards the door.

‘Don’t you think, that life’s greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved and knowing it makes other people happy you love them too?’

‘What?, how did you get in here?. who are you?. Tell me!’

He turned to look at me, his eyes bore into my skull.

‘I have always been here Christophe, I watch you every night you sleep, I see every thought you think, every dream you dream and I know every emotion you feel. Even if that emotion is so wrong, it twists and rips itself apart in the dimensions of your mind and somehow comes out the other side all better again. Who am I?, I will leave that up to you to decide, I have been called many things, but if you wish, you may call me Gala.’

‘I don’t understand.’

The bed shifted as he rose to his feet. He moved to sit beside me, he grabbed the sheets and roughly threw them to the floor, only clothed in shorts and a bare chest, I felt very vulnerable. He placed each of his arms either side of my head. His face only inches in front of mine.

‘Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defences, you build up a whole suit of armour, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…’

I continued to look at him, I should have been scared, I should have tried to make him leave, but it was like he had a hold on me, like I was being put under his spell. Slowly his face got closer. His lips brush across mine so lightly you could hardly feel it. I tried to deepen the kiss, something I should never have done. A kiss looks deceptively simple. Two mouths, together, two sets of lips pressed against each other, the practice is simple, the feelings are indescribable. What felt like a century had passed, our lips parted and I opened my eyes. He had vanished, no sound of his moving to leave. I didn’t sleep at all that night.


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