Prologue

      The only thing he fears in life is losing her. In his 21 years he hasn't made

much of himself. No post high-school education, in and out of employment, and

his hobbies never amounted to a damn thing. Young and aspiring musician,

writer, and internet entrepreneur; so he liked to call himself. He ran away when

he was seventeen years old. Grabbed his graduation money and disappeared in

the night. Left his mother and father to wonder where they went wrong, what

they could have done better. Truth is, they did all that they could.

    

     So now he lay, a half month shy of five years later, running his finger tips

from her shoulders to the small of her back. Breathing. Thinking. Absorbed in his

own self-pity. How will he make right, of so many years wrong? Throughout the

years he has had many plans. He wanted to start his own business, or travel the

country spreading his music from coast to coast. He just couldn't seem to

scramble everything together to make it happen, and still has yet to have been

able to pursue any of these dreams. Time, is running out. The euphoric feeling he

once had while day dreaming of these reveries had slowly diminished to nothing

more than a mere tickle. Working it's way up his cerebellum, but fading away

before it could reach his brain.

     

     So now he lay, a half month shy of five years later, yet he is still seventeen.

For his body had aged but his wisdom had not, and he fears that one day she will

see the same. After all, love can only shade your eyes from actuality for so long.

And patience is a virtue that soon wears thin. The neglect he has shown to the

people he cares for has constructed a weight on his shoulders he can no longer

bare, and his knees are buckling from beneath him.

    

     So now he lay, a half month shy of five years later, desperate for the life he's

longed to live. Eager to progress. Eager to succeed and not sacrifice. Eager to

live and not just survive. Eager to build a foundation, comprised of the

fabrications of dreams he once dreamed. Eager to see more than this reality he's

furnished with nothing but angst and apathy. And so now he lay, a half month shy

of five years later, and he sleeps.

Author's Note

Prologue.
This is the first thing I have written since about 8th or 9th grade.
All constructive criticism welcome. Thank you for reading!

Reviews

[That_Girl]

I like the repetition of the line "So now he lay, a half month shy of five years later...". It makes it unique. I'm interested to see where this goes... I think you have a great start and I hope you continue. I didn't see any errors SPaG wise so that was nice. I like this! :)

[Saint George Gonzales]

Thank you so much! This really is the first thing I have sat down to attempt to write since junior high so I'm hoping I can continue on a good path. I'll be uploading it chapter by chapter whenever I have the time. Thank you for taking the time to read it, I honestly do appreciate it :)

[That_Girl]

Send me an RR for each chapter. :) Anytime!

[Saint George Gonzales]

Will do! Thanks again!

[Walker Andreasen]

I am really intrigued by this. In your description you stated that this is based off of personal experiences. To me, it seems as though this is more of a fictional twist on your own memoirs. I'm interested to see how the rest of this story will turn out. If it will have the same taste as this or if it will turn into something different. Either way I am excited to continue reading this! Writing from deep within is usually the best in my opinion. Especially when it's about one's self. Bravo, good sir. Writing points for you!