Jack's Mannequin tomorrow.

I am beyond excited.

And why can't I seem to finish this book?

It's In Those Fleeting Moments.

I woke up at 3 in the morning and wrote this. I don't think it's very good but I'm in a writing funk right now. I need some inspiration.

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It’s in those fleeting moments; when he takes your hand in his, when he brushes the hair from your eyes, when he holds you in his arms. Those moments when you feel completely safe. Those moments that take your breath away. Those moments when the rest of the world disappears and your whole being is entirely captivated by the magic. When you wish that it could last forever, but it’s gone before you even realise it’s happening. Those are the moments that make life worth living. Those are the moments of falling in love.

She was something new.

She was something new. Something different. A glimmer of excitement that lit up the otherwise dull world. She was sweetness and beauty and hope. Hope that maybe life could be something else. Something better. She inspired him to believe. To think. To live. And then she was gone. Like a whisper on the wind. Lost to his memories and his dreams.