Call it Love

1| Proposed

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Inspiring

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Chapter 1: Inspiring (Emilia's POV)

I stared at the buzzing phone on my coffee table but refused to remove myself from the blankets and couch to answer the phone. It finally stopped ringing. But then it started again. For the fifth time. I groaned, leaning forward and grabbing the phone, answering it. "Megan—" 

"Where the hell have you been? I've been calling you for the past half an hour. Emilia, where are you?" 

"I'm at the apartment," I answered, turning the TV off. 

"Why are you at the apartment?" 

I threw my head back, suppressing a groan and settling for rolling my eyes since that's something she wouldn't see me doing. "Where else would I be?" 

"Emilia. Are you trying to throw your career away?" 

I ignored her and stared at the fluffy white blanket I had on me. 

"Look, it's been a year. One year since you've written anything new. You don't even have a rough idea of what to write next." 

"Then let me be a one-hit-wonder," I groaned this time. 

"Emilia, we're talking about your career here. Be positive." 

Because you just radiate positivity all year long, huh. 

"Look, you came out with your first book one year ago. Touchwood, it's been doing great. On every platform we're selling, your book still makes it into the top five. Until last month, it was in the top three. You have people looking forward to your next book now, Em. If you don't give them something, anything, they'll lose hope. You've refused any and every interview, you don't want any articles on you either. 

"God, sometimes I don't even understand how your book managed to get so popular without any marketing. You're a lucky girl with creativity and talent flowing through you. Put it to good use. We're not asking you to give us a whole new manuscript. Just some idea, something to let people know that you are working something, that something new is on the way." 

"But I'm not, Megan. There is absolutely nothing in the works, my mind is completely blank. I know nothing right now. I have no idea what to write next. I can't force it out of me. I didn't pursue writing to end up like this," I whined, kicking my legs around restlessly. 

"Stop whining." 

I stopped and sat up straighter. 

"I know that. I know you by now, Emilia. I know you love putting your all in every word you get down on paper. I know how much your last story meant to you. But do you understand how much Tainted Hearts meant to people?" There was a long pause on both our ends. She sighed, "Emilia, why did we move you to New York?" 

"For a change. To help the writer's block," I mumbled. 

"Exactly. You can't do that if you just spend all your time cooped up in your apartment. Get out of there, go around the city a bit, meet some new people, find something inspiring and try. You're not trying, Em and I see it."