The Pieces you Give me

By EVER JONES

SHORT : +- 9800 words

 

Lyla and Andrew's lives intertwine in unexpected ways, leaving them both broken and searching for meaning. Lyla, haunted by a past filled with heartache, finds solace in her passion for art and the beauty she sees in the world. Andrew, a talented musician, is burdened by the weight of his own secrets and the scars of his past.

When their paths cross, a deep connection forms, as they discover that they are pieces of each other's healing. Together, they embark on a journey of self-discovery, forgiveness, and the pursuit of their dreams. As their bond strengthens, they learn to let go of their painful pasts and embrace the love and happiness they deserve.

But just as they find hope and a newfound sense of purpose, their love is tested by unforeseen challenges. Can they navigate the obstacles that threaten to tear them apart? Will the pieces they give each other be enough to mend their broken hearts?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ever Jones
• Release date: Feb 13, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224131693

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

Is there Sunshine?

H ey, Lyla! How about some pizza? Andrew called from the kitchen, busily preparing drinks for us.

What do you think? I called back, making my way up to his room. Just make sure to order extra mushrooms, please.

He chuckled. You got it.

As I ascended the stairs towards the attic, I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size of the Michaels' house. It felt like a second home to me, considering how much time I spent here. I hesitated outside the door of the mysterious boy-who-must-not-be-named. Most likely, he was holed up inside, rarely venturing out except for food.

Stepping into Andrew's familiar room, I took a moment to absorb the organized chaos that defined the average sixteen-year-old boy's bedroom. Band posters adorned the walls, showcasing his love for Nirvana, Radiohead, Soundgarden, 11th Hour, and The Doors. His drum kit sat in the corner, alongside a guitar, while a 50-inch flat-screen TV proudly hung on the wall next to his bed.

ANDREW WAS A PASSIONATE heavy metal fan. His band, Skull-Rock, spent most weekends playing gigs at local pubs, albeit the ones his mom approved of. It frustrated him that she still had to vet the pubs and their owners before allowing her baby boy to perform. You'd think with such strictness, his room would be tidier, but like any other teenage boy, it was strewn with shirts, underwear, and socks, creating a tin-can graveyard on the floor.

I flopped down on Andrew's bed, finding comfort on his mattress. We had been best friends since birth, our mothers having been childhood friends themselves. History seemed to repeat itself, and Andrew was my constant companion, though he did manage to annoy me at times. Especially when he dragged me to every single one of his shows. It wasn't that I minded initially, but as the gigs increased, so did the number of groupies fawning over him like lost puppies. I despised it.

It wasn't jealousy, but rather a distaste for the hollow attention they offered. Andrew entered the room, and I couldn't help but cringe. He was a sight for sore eyes, with his longish black hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a well-toned body he worked on daily at the gym with his dad and twin brother. My heart fluttered momentarily, but I quickly dismissed it.

Extra mushrooms for you and Axel, he said with a disgusted expression. Plain old ham and cheese for me. No mushrooms. Or pineapples.

I SMILED. YOU'RE NOT very adventurous for a rock god.

He shrugged, his eyes twinkling. It is what it is. Speaking of adventure, we're going camping this weekend. I've already sorted everything out with your mom. He sat down next to me, our noses almost