"So, who are you?" He leans against the tree, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"What?"
He nudges you with his elbow. "Your story." His eyes sparkle with curiosity.
"I don't have one."
You grab a grape from your picnic basket.
"Everyone has a story, Angela."
You shake your head. "Not me."
"Yes you do." He leads on. "I told you mine, it's only fair you tell me yours."
You look up at his eyes, all the fun and games from earlier were gone and now was replaced with seriousness.
"Are you hiding something from me?" He asks. "You can trust me."
You shake your head. "You don't understand, Ezra." You look down and fiddle with the bracelet on your scar covered wrist.
He reaches forward and gently lifts your chin, connecting eyes with him.
"What don't I understand, love?"
"Not everyone's story should be spoken aloud."
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Excerpts from An Unwritten Book
Kısa Hikaye"Why don't you ever finish these stories?" "Because people expect me to write happy endings." "What's wrong with writing happy endings?" "It's hard to write what you don't believe in anymore."
