Gia had let
Beppe into her life so easily, as if it was the most natural thing in the
world. She’d held him when he’d hurt so badly he’d thought he might die; she’d
talked him down when he’d been so angry he’d considered doing something he’d
regret for the rest of his life.
saved his life.
At least oncehe needed to be strong
This right now, this moment, was theirs. It
belonged to them, not to abusive or dead fathers, not to guilt, regret or
sorrow, not to the past or the future.
But will their
love survive when tragedy separates them?
“I have to go, Gia. I’m tired and I feel empty. I
know you need me, but I have nothing left to give you. I need to heal.”
“I miss you so much it’s hard to breathe.”
Beppe was still Gia’s closest friend. But they’d
never be anything more than that again. Remembering what it felt like to have
the person you love most in the world torn away from you still hurt. Gia was
determined never to be put into that position again.
There was never
lack of love, but can Beppe win Gia’s trust again?
“When I was broken you gave me pieces of yourself
and made me whole again.”
my name is Teodora and I live in London
with my husband Ted and my son Jason. I've been writing ever since I can
remember, but it became my full time job in 2010 when I decided that everything
else I've tried bores me to death and I have to do what I've always wanted to
do, but never had to guts to fully embrace. I've been a journalist, an editor,
a personal assistant and an interior designer among another things, but as soon
as the novelty of the new, exciting job wears off, I always go back to writing.
Being twitchy, impatient, loud and hasty are not qualities that help a writer,
because I have to sit alone, preferably still, and write for most of the day,
but I absolutely love it. It's the only time that I'm truly at peace and the
only thing I can do for more than ten minutes at a time - my son has a bigger
attention span than me. When I'm procrastinating, I
like to go to the gym, cook Italian meals (and eat them), read, listen to rock
music, watch indie movies and True Blood re-runs. Or, in the worst case
scenario, get beaten at every Wii game by a six year old.