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‘Counting stars’ Day 2

” Life gives us endless possibilities to live the magic…it’s our choice to take the journey”

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           Day 2

The ride to the town seemed to last forever…there was a strange feeling that nothing made sense to either of them.

Henry stopped asking questions as there were no answers that made sense anyway, Sophie just didn’t want to talk at all, maybe because she knew more she could reveal.

“ Sorry I didn’t mean to upset you, I just didn’t understand what you’ve meant”, said Henry trying to clear the air.

“ Oh no, I am fine…sorry I am just a little bit confused. I don’t really know this town and unfamiliar places make me act strange sometimes”, answered Sophie.

“ So you’re passing through then, well just so you know Bridgehollow is a great place, almost magical, some would say”, Henry assumed if they will start talking about other things maybe she could find him very interesting.

Sophie didn’t say anything…her mind was full of questions that had no answers at this time; she never left home before and change always scared her.

She remembered hearing stories of others who left home, more than once, of their interesting experiences, of new people they’ve met, of the connections they’ve made and most important of how they fulfilled their destiny.

Was the same thing happening to her?

Was this her destiny…Henry?

She looked at him again…now with curious eyes, hope made way into her heart, that maybe falling wasn’t such a bad thing.

“ So, where should I leave you in town?…I am making some grocery shopping for my grandmother, if you like we can have lunch at Claire’s Bistro, she does an amazing chicken sandwich”, said Henry hoping she will be interested and accept his invitation.

Sophie was thinking she doesn’t know what is the plan here so what harm could it do if she would try and get to know him better.

Henry finished shopping faster than ever…he did have an alternative motive for it, he was very excited to see Sophie again; they’ve agreed to meet in front of the bistro after an hour.

Sophie really wanted to gather her thoughts and try to make sense of it all, so she went for a walk ending up at the harbour pier. The sea seemed so different from here, it looked larger and peaceful, carrying all her worries far away.

“ Beautiful, is it?”, said a strange voice, getting closer and closer.

She was very far within her contemplation and didn’t hear the voice of the man who was walking towards her.

George was walking back from his boat, when he noticed Sophie, she looked lost but somehow at peace watching the waves move along with the wind; the sea made him feel sometimes the same, not knowing where he was heading but trusting the embrace of the water would place him where he needed to be.

He stopped next to her, “ I love the water, it makes me feel at home somehow”, said George not realising Sophie didn’t hear him before.

She turned and felt scared for a moment, she didn’t know anyone here, why was this man talking to her.

“ I am so sorry if I bothered you, I just like to see people looking at the sea with the same love as I do”, said George trying to put her at ease.

“ No, you didn’t bother me, I am just not used to talking with strangers, everyone here seem to be so friendly…like you all know each other”, answered Sophie taking a deep breath.

“ Yes, you’re right, Bridgehollow is like a huge family…which can be sometimes unusual for an outsider”, said George smiling.

‘Outsider’, she remembered who she really was, she didn’t belong here, how could she…her home was so far away that it was impossible to imagine she could ever get back; her eyes got full of tears, she felt lonely… an outsider.

George noticed the sadness and thought to try to comfort her but then changed his mind…it wasn’t his place to ask questions, she was after all, just a girl passing through. 

Henry was waiting in front of Claire’s Bistro when he saw her walking towards him from afar…his heart started beating faster, strange feelings filled his thoughts and for those few seconds she became his whole focus, his centre of the Universe.

He ordered two of the famous chicken sandwiches and could not stop looking at her for one second…she noticed his complete devotion but decided not to pay too much attention to it. They’ve stayed in silence for a while, when suddenly Henry started talking.

“ So what is your favourite colour?”, he realised it was a silly question but he did not know how to break the ice.

“ I think it’s blue…I am not really sure”, said Sophie little bit confused. She never thought of colours before, everything was a mosaic from where she looked at the world, but she remembered the colour of the sea and the feeling of peace and comfort it gave her.

“ Really, mine too”, said Henry smiling and thinking this was a sign…or was he just hoping for too much in not enough time?!

“ This sandwich tastes really good, thank you for letting me join you for lunch”, said Sophie looking happy.

“ I love coming here since I was little, besides my grandmother’s cooking there is nothing tastier than this”, said Henry lifting up the amazing sandwich like it was a trophy.

“ You’ve said you paint…I sometimes do the same; I love to imagine distant worlds and pretend I am there through my drawings”, she surprised herself saying it, no one ever made her feel so comfortable in sharing things about her life…

“ Then you are in the right place”, said Henry very excited, “ this place is magical, it’s like a different world filled with unimaginable possibilities”.

Did he really know what magic was or what the unknown could make happen?

If she would tell him who she really was, would he believe her or would he run for his life?

But the rules forbid revealing your true self before faith shows you the path…that was what  everyone taught her and she always lived by the rules.

They’ve spent a couple of hours together…Sophie wanted to say who she was so many times, it just sounded so unbelievable in her mind that she was sure Henry will not believe any word, even if his heart had no frontiers and his imagination was always larger than he admitted.

Henry asked if she would still be in town tomorrow as he wanted to see her again, Sophie wasn’t sure what to say, she didn’t really know how this journey of hers will end…

“ I don’t know, maybe…”, she wanted to say more but tomorrow was unknown to her as well.

Secretly they both hoped for another day…he was falling for her but she saw him as a new discovery; Sophie wasn’t any girl, she never felt love, she didn’t know what love was…her destiny was to find it…that was her hidden path; if only she would know…

Henry spent his day thinking about tomorrow, hoping for another encounter with Sophie. She became like a vision, a muse that inspired him…he spent hours painting and didn’t want anyone to see until he was done.

When Joanne saw the portrait, she was lost for words…it was the most beautiful image of an angelic face glowing like a star; she never felt so proud of his work…it was exceptional.

George couldn’t believe his eyes…it was the girl from the pier:

“ I saw her…do you know her Henry?”

“ Yes, I’ve met her today…”, said Henry smiling.

“ She is beautiful…”, said Joanne while noticing a new light in Henry’s eyes.

He didn’t sleep much, every time he closed his eyes, she was there…looking at him, smiling, holding his hand.

In the morning he couldn’t get up fast enough, Joanne knew he will go into town again to try to find her…she was worried he will have his heart-broken for the first time and it’s not easy just to sit back and watch it all happen because there is nothing you can do to prevent it.

Henry took the car and drove into town…

On the way he noticed Sophie walking along the road; for a split second he felt so happy to see her again but then afraid of what might or might not happen today.

“ Hi there Sophie, I am happy to see you again”, said Henry with joy in his voice.

“ Sorry, do I know you?”, answered the girl along the side of the road.

Henry was confused…she was the girl whom he met yesterday, how could she not remember him?!

“ It’s me Henry…”, he tried to make sense of it all.

“ I don’t know who you are, I never saw you before…” she was as confused as him.

Deja vu never seemed real to Henry but he had no explanation to what just happened to him…did he dream it all, was he re-living yesterday, did time stopped and he is just repeating the same day, was this girl suffering from amnesia…questions, questions with possible answers that didn’t make any sense.

No matter what was happening, he decided to play along because he wanted to spend just one more day with her.

“ I am so sorry, I think you look exactly like somebody I know”, said Henry hiding the truth, that was really a secret for him too.

“ That’s fine…I am Sophie”, she knew there was more to it, but she was curious about him.

…and the second day just started again for both of them…what did the future had reserved for them was unknown, somehow mystical…but then again everything that happens in Bridgehollow is somehow unique.

‘Counting starts’

“… it is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves” William Shakespeare

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As children we are always told stories about stars, how they are born, what do they represent…tales of forbidden love and untouchable dreams; we bring to life this magical world, where stars become enchanted creatures that can make our deepest wishes come true.

Henry remembered staying up late nights as a young boy, researching the constellations, counting stars, even if his grandmother used to tell him that counting will bring him bad luck, “We never should count the stars, they are so far away for a reason, nothing good can come of it” – she was a women of old traditions, who believed in superstitions and lived her life following ancient rules that protected her from any sudden happenings.

She never used to go out of the house on the 13th, she was afraid when she saw birds because she believed a bird in the house means death, if she ever found a coin, she would turn it heads up as it ‘will bring good luck to the next person’ and so on. She had endless stories about her belief in supernatural causality and sometimes she shared them with Henry.

He was her favourite nephew and the only one who came every summer and spent a whole month with her…taking care of Fluffy, the laziest cat you will ever see, watching the sunset from the porch and listening to the legends of the Silver Woods of Bridgehollow.

Bridgehollow was a small english town near the sea, counting just over 1500 inhabitants; as every community, people here were welcoming, simple in their ways and no matter what happened, someone always knew it would.

Days were not exactly predictable but somehow there was always a clear view of the upcoming events and the certainty that they will become reality.

As the story of the girl who lived at the end of Rustic Hickory Street and went to school each day with the same blue bus, where she met that boy who was secretly in love with her since they were 10…and one day you’ve seen them holding hands and laughing uncontrollably and everyone knew…yes they knew their destiny, they’ve celebrated every small event that eventually brought them to their wedding day…and then you could hear whispers of the clairvoyants “I always knew there’re meant to be”, “it was written in the stars”, “they were made for one another”.

Life seemed to be a beautiful selection of moments that did not take by surprise anyone, as they would be expecting them either way.

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‘Sealed by red lips’ The End

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  PART 4

” Your heart will always follow its love, the question is, will you follow your heart?”

The past still had a hold on both of them, even if without knowing they were discovering each other and falling for one another, their history was keeping them hostage.

John couldn’t sleep all night…he went for a long drive after taking Amanda home, his mind was so preoccupied with everything that’s happened, that in the morning, he was still hypnotised, facing the wall looking into nothing.

He followed his every morning routine more like a robot than a person with a heart beat, arrived to the office too early and forget his coffee on the way.

He was happy, confused, anxious…wanting to call her every two seconds than changing his mind right after.

He was daydreaming about her, he remembered the first time he ever kissed her…it was the summer of 2005 and they were camping with some other friends. He remembered every little detail, how the sky looked like, how warm the sun was, what song was playing on the radio, what colour dress she was wearing…how her lips tasted and how fast his heart was beating. How could he forget all this and live his life for eight long years without her, what was he thinking?

She meant so much to him and he never looked back, once he left London…for a second he was surprised she was still speaking to him or be able to look at him, after all that’s happened between them.


Thursday morning was a little bit different for Amanda, she woke up early, feeling light as a feather, had breakfast which was very unusual, watched the news on the TV and would have done any other number of things she never did before, rather than going to work and see him.

She was very aware that a conversation is now long overdue and could not be avoided…did not really know how she felt, what she will say to him and even worse, how does he feel about everything.

For over half an hour she was debating to call in sick and be really obvious, show up and pretend everything was all right or have a real mature discussion about what’s really happening between them?

Most of the time we know what we should do right from the beginning but we are still resilient and pretend that there are other ways…we close our eyes to the reality of things and build our own little bubble, where any possible outcome for our actions is controlled. We hide for as long as we can until that bubble becomes to small for all our issues and it throws us back into the real cruel world.

Amanda decided to call John’s office and say that she will be very busy with her weekly column and might have a little bit of time in the afternoon ,’when she will be less stressed about the situation’, to come in and gather some more information for the article, not that she needed anymore…but she was lying to herself for a while now; she had feelings for him, feelings that scared her so much that abandoning the one opportunity they had to be together was a better option then to give her heart away and risk it all for a possible chance to happiness.

Her day flew by in minutes, at least that was the impression; she couldn’t concentrate on her tasks but then she learned how to work without thinking a long time ago…she remembered her days when, after terrible fights with her ex-husband she had to go to the office, work on her column like nothing happened; somehow she learned to push her emotions away and she became colder and more controlled …and today was probably the only time she felt glad she could be this way.

She didn’t leave the house all day but managed to finish the article…when she finished writing the last sentence, she started crying and couldn’t stop.

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‘Sealed by red lips’ Part 3

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“Feeling lonely while being alone is not as bad as feeling lonely while surrounded by others” 

It was suggested that she should spend as much time with him as possible, to be able to capture him in his domain, as that is the only way they will be able to print a true representation of John Butler.

She argued it for a few minutes saying that a couple of interviews throughout the week will be sufficient resource for her to write the article; her editor didn’t really understand why she was fighting it.

“ You know how we work, we go to the source, we live it together with our subjects and put a masterpiece on paper. That’s why we are the best out there”, Claire was trying to understand why is Amanda so against spending more time with John and getting to know him.

“ I know,… he might not agree to it but if you think this is the best way of doing it, then I’ll do it”, she gave up not wanting to raise any suspicion from Claire about how well she really knew John.

“ I’ve already spoke to him about it and he seemed fine”, Claire’s response just triggered something in Amanda.

‘Of course he was fine, he thinks something will happen between them, all that time spent together, he can get into her head and make her lose it again.’ She became very angry, her eyes sparkled a bit like when having a devious thought,  she turned towards the window; as the wind was carrying golden leaves from the trees her anger flew slowly away as there was no reason why she should worry, he has no effect on her anymore, that door was closed, the key turned and got forgotten in some old box thrown in the attic. Was she trying to convince herself of not having any feelings for him that could come to life or just desperately attempting to avoid a possible broken heart all over again? 

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“Sealed by red lips” Part 2

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” Life is unpredictable, we all know that but what we fail to see most of the time is the journey that takes us to our destiny”

The morning after looked more like a tragic accident with a couple of deaths that you would see in the morning news than a lovers picture.

All the unexpressed feelings locked inside was a major problem for both of them; neither knew really where to start but they agreed on one thing: “last night was a mistake”. They both were looking for closure after so many years and this was a desperate attempt to achieve that.

John was feeling confused between anger and attraction, he wanted some real explanation why he wasn’t good enough to be her only choice. He hated the fact that after all these years she still had a hold on him and just a simple touch could drive him crazy addicted to her.

“ You choose to leave …” she suddenly said, looking out onto the street.

“What?, he seemed confused.

“ Eight years ago, you decided to leave and for a long time I didn’t know how should I feel about that. I wasn’t ready to leave London, I was afraid of what I felt for you, scared that you might change out there and …” she couldn’t finish saying what she wanted. Amanda turned her head and took a deep breath.

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“Sealed by red lips”

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“The sound of her steps were so familiar to him, but still made his heart rush every time.”


They’ve knew each other for a very long time and a few months ago they’ve started to see more of one another because of work. At the beginning it did not seem to affect anything but soon everything became awkward and just difficult.

Life is never how you plan it or want it; things just come together when you need them to.

Her life was an untold story; always trying not to look back on mistakes and wrong decisions she’s made, just being grateful for the amazing things she’s achieved and hoping she could find the way back to that moment when love was still a reality. Graduating and building a career as a journalist was not an easy ride; marrying the wrong man was more a foolish decision of a very young girl who thought the prince from the story looked more like a business man than a gentlemen and came with a Ferrari not a carriage.

‘You live and learn’, at least that’s what everyone says.

John and Amanda knew each other since childhood, growing up on the same street, playing in the same park and sometimes arguing over who should go first on the swing. Their friendship grew stronger with years and it seemed they will always be in each others life.

But then everything happened… Choices were made, different roads were taken and destiny just had other plans.

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