August 18, 2008

Okay...So I know I haven't really finished writing...anything.  But I'm working on it and I started Chapter 1 of the next story novel book thing: 

He was happy. Inexplicably, uncontrollably blissful. 
            Drunk as a ninny, but overjoyed. 
            Honestly, who wouldn’t be when the woman one fancies himself in love with marries one of his best friends?
            Please do not misunderstand. She deserves her happiness and as much as it pained him to admit it, his friend did as well.
            But Lord help him should she come to harm. Any discomfort, physical or not, a single strand of hair out of place, and he shall find himself with one less friend. Of course there would be exceptions. Mussed hair after passion and childbirth came to mind.
            Unfortunately, they were not the two incidents he wanted to imagine. Their first fight or his death, maybe. It was agonizing enough to see them together and knowing they would be together was more than enough, he did not need to picture them in their act of or the result of their togetherness.
            His devotion to this woman who did not choose him was unnerving, yes, but more so it was pathetic. Why would he remain loyal to a chit now married to another man?
            He wouldn’t!
            It’s insane.
            He is insane. He would have to be out of his bloody mind to retain his love for her.           
            He shuddered.
            Love. Nasty thing that.
            He should probably make some vow or the other. You know, to never fall in love again and all that rot. The problem, however, was even if he wanted to make any such promise, he would more than likely be too inebriated to remember it in the morning.
            He shrugged.
            It only seemed right one should remember a vow one made. Even if by making said vow, one is constantly reminded of the reasons behind it.