The Edge of Never – J.A. Redmerski

Friday, December 28, 2012

For me:
"The Edge of Never is a book craved to be read,
and to be reread, again and again."

 “Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished just to stay near it.”
- Markus Zusak
And I agree with Markus, and I shall share you a book that is very special:

The Edge of Never – Jessica Ann Redmerski

"Twenty-year-old Camryn Bennett had always been one to think out-of-the-box, who knew she wanted something more in life than following the same repetitive patterns and growing old with the same repetitive life story. And she thought that her life was going in the right direction until everything fell apart.

Determined not to dwell on the negative and push forward, Camryn is set to move in with her best friend and plans to start a new job. But after an unexpected night at the hottest club in downtown North Carolina, she makes the ultimate decision to leave the only life she’s ever known, far behind.

With a purse, a cell phone and a small bag with a few necessities, Camryn, with absolutely no direction or purpose boards a Greyhound bus alone and sets out to find herself. What she finds is a guy named Andrew Parrish, someone not so very different from her and who harbors his own dark secrets. But Camryn swore never to let down her walls again. And she vowed never to fall in love.

But with Andrew, Camryn finds herself doing a lot of things she never thought she’d do. He shows her what it’s really like to live out-of-the-box and to give in to her deepest, darkest desires. On their sporadic road-trip he becomes the center of her exciting and daring new life, pulling love and lust and emotion out of her in ways she never imagined possible. But will Andrew’s dark secret push them inseparably together, or tear them completely apart?"

Due to sexual content and language, this book is recommended for 17+ – Adult Contemporary Women’s – New Adult Fiction

Summary and Picture from J.A. Redmerski's Official Site

I was fortunate enough to win this ebook from Autumn Reviews and a copy was sent via email by J.A. Redmerski herself! *giddy dance* but I regret that I just read this yesterday. I had this since December 7 :|

I shall share to you the magnificence of this brilliantly-written story.

Disclaimer: A long and definitely a post that I might keep on updating. I cannot say how much this novel had made an impact on me. It is one of the most wonderful and beautifully-written novels to date.

This is unusual but I need to post the rating because I am having a feeling that I will be completely immense by sharing my view of this story, so for that matter:

I personally rate this as 5+++ out of 5.
It exceeded everything I can ever imagine.
And it deserves to be better than what ratings can give.


Do you feel like all you can say is WOW? This book left me speechless and stunned for moments, this book kept me up all night, since this is one of the books that keeps you hooked. And honestly, I am more than glad I did finished it. Justice is not served if I keep myself silent about the brilliance of this book.

Is it possible to fall in love with a novel and completely captivates you until the book is over?
Is it possible that you can be more than a reader but also a part of the journey this book has to offer?
Is it possible to reflect on how real and true the sentences and words were written? That it keeps you stunned and sometimes reread that part again because of how it was clearly stated and you can understand it very well?
Is it possible that even it is a book it makes use of all your senses and feel every bit of it?
Mostly, is it possible that there is a perfectly-written book which utterly keeps you at loss yet ironically sates or fulfills you?

There are a lot of "Is it possible" questions in my mind and it will make this post longer; so I shall exclude some. But I must tell you, for me, this book is a hands-down!
And if you agree with me and take my words or questions for that matter, well then, this is a perfect book desired to be coveted and be craved to be read and reread, again and again.

First off: The cover and summary:

            There is something about the cover that makes me read it. Cam's back is turned and half of her face is being shown, there is the look of despair, misery, grief and longing and for that matter it made me want to read it. As of the summary, it makes me want to read it more and the question of "Who is Andrew?" makes me want to solve the curiosity building in my mind and take hold of what lies ahead in the story itself.

Dwelling on the story:

I have two words for this book, it might not be the best description but this is what comes and pops out from my mind when I think about this book:
Perfectly Overwhelming.

The plot, the pace, the characters, everything. Yes, everything about it was perfect. I cannot tell you how much I fell in love and continue to fall in love with this book. The thing about this book is that it is welcoming you to be a part of it. It grows on you: enjoying and understanding every part of it. It is set in a harmonious pace, neither was it slow to speak nor fast to take over, it was set in a way wherein it wants you to understand the characters better. True enough, that pace made me understand every unraveling moment. And I personally am not only a reader but had become a part of their journey. This is a story about: self-discovery, liberality, friendship, love, romance, trust and anything just about what life has to offer.

The story was written in both characters’ POV, wherein I would say was perfect. Even though, Cam was primarily having more moments; it is refreshing to read Andrew’s part, after some time. There was time that it seems like that part of the story was perfectly written for one character so you can hear and understand the both of them. Sometimes we need to hear the other to know what is happening; and that was delivered in the story, I prefer this kind than one POV. Can I add how Andrew’s POV and lines makes me either laugh or swoon over him? Well, read for yourself. I will just add how much I love that the story of Orpheus and Eurydice had been included. I knew this story from my Classical Literature class and I really liked it; and to have this included in the story was one of the sweet parts in the story. I do not want to give Jessica an ego boost but to be honest, I can see this story as one of the Classics (wherein the story itself is appreciated, no matter what happens and to the future years to come).

In the first part of the story Cam was running away from her problems and primarily getting away from the tedious life she has. These had made her get a bus ticket to Idaho and here, my dear, begins the beauty of the story.
The tour, she was not expecting, a journey. And a trip where she is discovering herself.
She met our leading, dashing, alpha male, caring, charming, let’s just say almost perfect lad, the 25 year old, Andrew Parrish. Let me just add, I really thought he was the guy being pertained to at the first page (I still do).
I think what happened in those bus rides was one of the most exciting things I had read: reluctance, independence and beginnings. This had brought these two, Cam and Andrew, the building of friendship and trust.

Character wise, I would say, I would never think of anyone to place in their position, what was their past was a part of them, their becoming and which made the story much more perfect. I would like you to see a sneak peek of the story: both of them has weight on their shoulders and they will find themselves learning from each other and standing together. As much as I want to say more, I would not divulge the characters, since it is better to know it yourself, you will find yourself loving the characters, understanding them and filling their shoes as your own.

As I had written above, the story completely makes you a part of it. The more the story progresses, it divulges something new. There is a new piece of the puzzle and more emotions rising. I never had a feeling of that before. The story develops a sense of connection between the characters and I as a reader. It felt like the journey made use of all my senses, I can see the places they have been to, I think I was physically there to smell the wind, to gaze up the starts and everything in between (well sans the sexual parts, that I disappear). It was their moment and in that time you feel like it was yours to cherish too!

Oh yeah, I do need to remind you, if you had not notice the disclaimer from the author, this book has a lot of sexual parts, so beware. It was steamy to sizzling hot. And it is not, just sex or fucking, excuse my choice of words, but honestly, you know and you can read and feel there is more than that, there is connection and love altogether.

And saying a lot, everything that was happening was just right. It really is. You may think, fantasy since it is almost perfect and everything, but it is not. She met her knight-and-shining-armor, in a way yes, but it is not like that. It was set in a very realistic manner that made me feel it was really true. That they had become acquaintances, friends, more than friends right before your very eyes.

This book was such a transcending read; it had snatched me physically, emotionally and mentally. It takes you to a whole new perception of life: Living the moment.

“You dwell on the past, you can’t move forward. Spend too much time planning for the future and you just push yourself backwards, or you stay stagnant in the same place all your life.” His eyes lock on mine. “Live in the moment.” - Andrew

Can I confess now how much I wanted a road trip like theirs? Just living the moment. No holds barred. Nada, just living what life has to offer. And like what Cam and Andrew agreed, “Before” they run out of money, that’s when they’ll work but never at the same place and same job; and I admire how they just wanted to live the ‘now’ more than anything.

But there will always be a part where every journey ends. I do not want to spoil but, if there wasn’t any “2 months later,” I’ll tell you, I’m going to be crying on my knees, going to beg Jessica to continue. Yes, I did not expect that one but that made everything that was all right to a heart-wrenching part for me. Like any road trip, it needs to end. But truthfully, it was just a detour.

After that entire journey with them: the laughter, the drama, the romance, it became an unforgettable experience. And by the end, it was not just a new beginning but a continuous journey to take. It seemed like I was in the journey that I find it exhilarating too! I was drained with all my emotions that it made me feel at loss for some time yet felt freed and fulfilled. Which was ironic since feeling at loss seems hollow and empty; but this got me at fault, I was sated. I felt exhausted by the journey but contented. It seemed like I was really part of the journey that it really felt like I had been gone for weeks with both Cam and Andrew. It was very refreshing and in a way… freeing.

I really did not intend this to be this dramatically long but I tell you, there’s too much depth and an once-over is unacceptable. There are more words to be divulged as the story progress and when you reread it. There is too much emotion and thought in my head at this moment that I do not think I did gave justice to this wonderful book. To be honest, even when I say ‘wonderfully-written’, I don’t think that’s sufficient enough to describe this book. But anyhow, I did try my best to share how this book had completely captivated me.

I never thought I would tear up writing this opinion. Okay, let’s be fair, this is not a review; but this seems like a first page in my diary about The Edge Of Never. I must tell you, this book is like a slate for me, like a piece in your life where it is planned yet you need to alter some to make it yours. I always say to myself, everything is similar but never the same. Like this one, this book may be similar to others, this might be similar to what I want but it will never be the same as the others. To be honest, I had written awhile ago how much it had made an impact on me that I very much want to continue their journey but with me and with my better half.

I have much more to say but I'd rather that you read The Edge of Never now and share its brilliance to others. Let's have a journey, a road trip, and just live the moment!

Spoiler but mostly a thank you:
            I am afraid I cannot give one. I want to have some spoilers to get some to read it but I think the cover and the summary is pretty much what you need to give in. And as much as I want to spoil, I do not know where to start; and honestly, what to say. But this I can assure you:

The Edge of Never is not only a novel that is a journey towards self-discovery and of life; but by the end of the book, it does not end, it becomes a part of you which in turn, becomes something that is personal.

I wanted to say thank you.”
“For what?” …
 ”… for making me feel alive.”…
“Well, everybody needs help feeling alive again every once in a while.”
“No,” she says seriously… “I didn’t say 
again, Andrew; for making me feel alive for the first time.”
- I shall say:
Back at you, Jessica. Thank you for making me alive for the first time.
Thank you for this transcending, wonderfully-written, welcoming journey.

Extra you need not to read:

Just sharing my post at Jessica’s Facebook Page:

"Jessica, I have 2 words about The Edge Of Never: Perfectly Overwhelming :)
*I am torn if perfect or completely is the best word to use, but it's manageable :)

I do not do reviews but this one, I cannot let pass.
It was such a poignant read. It was such a journey wherein I didn't just felt like a reader but as a part of the story.

For me, this is one of the books which deserves in the Classics. :) Don't get me wrong but this book is one of the best to be read and reread; and even in the years to come it's like a book where any person (above 17 years) should read.

To be honest, I gained moral lesson about this one. I do not know how or what to feel afterwards. I was at loss but ironic, since I did not felt empty but somehow fulfilled. It sated me in a way I didn't know was possible.

Lastly, it was not just a novel. But a journey of becoming and discovery."

*I hope I had given justice in my comment to your book. I hope it was adequate enough to express my scrambled overwhelming thoughts about this book.

Thank you so much for writing this wonderful story! :)

-     Jassie

Boggling the mind of a lazy girl

There's a book which I want to reflect as:
"A book craving to be read again and again.
There's too much depth in it."

I had been practically in the confinement of my humble abode that I decided I was stuck with the brilliance of written books:
On Dublin Street
Fallen Too Far
The Edge of Never

and I am stuck with New Adult these days, I am very much in love with this genre, which I would say is in my age range, I am discovering and re-discovering like the characters in these books and I love it :)

To be honest, I practically want to make a review about some of the books I read.
Those were magnificent reads.

-     Jassie

Do not perish dear Earth

Friday, December 21, 2012

Every thing and everyone change,
and Nostradamus had not foreseen it.
It's 6:22PM, 21st December 2012.

It's our Paskuhan day and I am excited for the Fireworks to be uploaded at Youtube :)
The most awaited part at UST! Awesome fireworks with free stiff neck! And I am not kidding, I swear you'll get it afterwards, but a very amazing one. With the celebration of  401 years of existence. Go USTe! :D

More ranting from my abrupt social life:
We had a Christmas Party last Wednesday and it was super fun! What a best party, spent with your lovely friends and blockmates! I had never been that happy.
Oh, my Mom might know I drank. I got dizzy though but the karaoke made it go away and a very very restful sleep.
Buffet dinner then going home at 2AM, how nice.
No peer-pressure with all the drinking stuffs. :)
Had a slumber party with my friend and a party at my Mum's on Thursday afternoon, cool, fun and too much food! :)

This is what I love best during the Christmas season:
Vacay, Food, Family Gatherings, Misa de Gallo, Christmas goodies. :>

For the love of Christ and God,
Happy Christmas and enjoy the holidays! :)

-     Jassie

Thy happiness cannot be tamed

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Author follows are completely one of my happiness.
And I shall reiterate, "Thy happiness cannot be tamed"

***I am aware that some will be published soon...
I shall wait patiently for their books.
| 2013 |

*giddy and leprechaun dance inserted here*

From the very recent:

- Her book will be released on 2014 (2 books: 2014 & 2015)

- Watch out 2013, a new book about a little Romance, Drama and Sport will come your way

- Who does not know this awesome person?
- Sorry for the bias but yes, this author is very kind and her books are to-wait and read for!

- Her book, Touching The Surface; I am patiently waiting for my allowance to buy this one.
- Oh yeah, I'm packing my parents to be loaned to her! Haha! She's very fun to tweet to!

- She got me at Mystery. ;)

- The Brightest Kind of Darkness! Do I need an introduction for this book? Dark Paranormal Romance.
- I'm so excited for the release of the next installment!

- I'm so waiting for my ARC copy of this: The Tangled Web
- It's an Adult-Contemporary, they say, but I just need to read this now!

- Defy The Stars
- They say it's like Romeo and Juliet with a twist... :)

- Can I just say that next to Stephanie Perkins, my favorite is this person?!
- I looooove Cora's novel, and recently she just signed a deal!!! Yay, she's getting published in print!!!
- She's somehow my twitter-buddy *operative word: somehow* Haha!
P.S. Her book is the first-ever book I ever book-reviewed!

- She's the first author (Indie Author) who followed me, so I was really touched!
- And, I'm just waiting for a break so I can read her books! I am about to read: the Book of Lost Souls. Yay!
- I'm so happy and still giddy since she told me before, "Why not follow you?" (When I tweeted that she followed me!)

I really look up at the authors who are so great and can please readers, and newbie readers (like me), and who are very accommodating: tweeting back and in some case, following you.

I really am looking forward to read their books and support them!

-     Jassie

Fic: Stranded

Friday, November 30, 2012

Before this story reach its birthday, I would like to share it as a piece of my post-Thank You.
This is posted as it is: manuscript-thingy. Haha!

Sharing this to my awesome lovelies, Tiff and Alyana.

Oh yeah, to the place where my imagination lives: Fully Booked
And lastly: Stranded by Jennifer Paige and Stephanie Perkins

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“Without you, I’m stranded…”

               A five-level bookstore, though it also has a basement where the quirky stuffs, comics and mangas were located. First level: best-sellers, classical books, fictions A-Z, magazines, customer service and the counter. Second level: children, teens, young adults, cooking, pregnancy, health, filipiniana, grammar-dictionary, travel book section. Third level: Starbucks, White Hat, health and management books. Fifth level: events gathering. My sanctuary, the Fourth level, architecture, design, DVDs, discs, CDs, and my favorite: Music. I was a captive of my own sanctuary; but I’m happy, ever since I went to the fourth level.

                How ironic, I am not musically-inclined but I had this fond of listening to music, especially the classic ones, though sometimes I familiarize myself with new ones. I have ‘this’ particular favorite. This bookstore will always be my second home; I’m there when I’m sad or happy. My run-away sanctuary: the second and fourth levels were my favorites. The second level was where I want to hear children noises, reading teen novels but I usually gather some books there and go up to fourth level and get a CD and play it on the CD player attached to the wall – then  I will be sitting on the floor, reading a book and listening to some music.

                I remember the most memorable time I went to the second floor: it was raining so hard, but I ran all the way from my ex-boyfriend’s flat. I broke up with my boyfriend that day. His flat was just across the bookstore. I was crying when I arrived: eyes bulged and swollen from crying; can’t breathe properly and people were staring at me. I didn’t care though. I just went straight to the second level, sat near the cook books. I wasn’t reading as usual, and I never stop at that section, it was not like I did not like cooking, it was just that cooking did not like me, if you know what I mean, I just burn foods (honestly I always follow the procedures, but it always doesn’t come out right). But there I was, sitting, crying, fiddling the edges of the books. I calmed down and just sobbed. I was stuck at the bookstore; rain was pouring harder. That was when a group of guys, 4 if I remembered correctly, passing by carrying their duffel bags; I didn’t mind them, though they did mind me:
“Miss, are you quite all right?” the guy with a light-brown hair, pale skin and wearing a white v-neck asked. Even in my blurry vision, I can still see he’s cute.
Flirty? I don’t think so. But he really is ‘cute!’ though I didn’t tell him.
I just stared at him, maybe because I was in awe with his accent? IT WAS FREAKING BRITISH. BRITISH! HELLO, HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS! But I snapped back to reality when the guy with the platinum-blond hair, lightly punched the light-brown haired guy and said, “Bonkers, mate. She’s crying and you asks her if she’s all right?” the platinum-blond haired guy shakes his head in disappointment.
I agree though. I wasn’t all right, couldn’t the light-brown haired guy notice? I shifted my look to the guy with the platinum-blond hair. He looks like Draco Malfoy. He looks like a model though. He looked at me when he caught me staring.
He gave me a comforting smile and said, “My fair lady, would you want some company or you want to be with your lonesome?”
Okaaaaaaaaay. I was completely lost with words. His looks already caught me off guard, then his accent, now, his choice of words. Honestly, doesn’t this man know he can melt hearts with those words?
I only managed to say, “Pardon? Casual English, please?”
The 2 guys at the back both with chocolate-brown hair and based on their obvious looks, they are identical twins, they smiled and said in unison to the platinum-blond haired guy, “Too formal, mate.”
“My apologies. I meant, sorry, fai---, Miss,” he corrected himself.
I smiled at him and replied, slightly imitating him with my fail British accent, “Thank you, fine Sir. I humbly appreciate your kindness. I have my card full but I will make an exception for you, Sir.”
He arched his eyebrow. And the 3 guys are covering their mouths to avoid laughing out loud.
This is so not right. I felt the flutters on my stomach.
Oops. They weren’t flutters.

The 3 guys couldn’t control it and they burst out laughing, echoing inside the bookstore. The platinum-blond haired guy “shushed” them, though he kept his laughter to himself. I was completely and utterly embarrassed. I almost curse my stomach for crying out loud! How perfect can this day be?! I mean, I was already having a bad day broking up with my “ex” then I found these hot male specimens then my stomach came full effect grumbling?! Can the ground swallow me whole right this instance?!

“Aside from mocking me, Miss. I sense you need some company for a while? On behalf of my mates, I would invite you for lunch, though it is past 2 o’clock.” The platinum-blond haired guy asked or stated? I’m not quite sure though. But I nodded. He helped me stand up, that was when I realized that I was soaking wet. My hair was disheveled but it wasn’t dripping anymore, though my clothes were heavy from the rain-water. The platinum-blond haired guy took off the duffel bag that was slung on his shoulder: opened it and took out a shirt and khaki. It was big though, but he said, “It’s better than be soaked in rain-water. You might catch a cold.”
We went to the third level, where the wash rooms were; they went to the Starbucks part and ordered some foods. 5 Chicken sandwich, 1 toffee nut bread, 2 chocolate doughnut, 3 oreo cheesecake, 1 banoffie pie; 3 praline chocolate mocha with 2 shots of espresso, 1 chocolate cream chip and 1 extra hot signature chocolate—non-fat, no whip, just the way I like it.
I emerged from the wash room and went to the side of the cute light-brown haired guy and the twins. I was across the platinum-blond haired guy.
“Thank you.” I muttered.
They all looked at me, well, that was a shocker. They look handsome, shocked. Okay. I giggled in my head. They were confused so I clearly re-stated what I said, “Thank you for like, joining me or accompanying me and haven’t left with will all my lonesome, as what you said earlier.” And I unintentionally looked at the platinum-blond haired guy, and he smiled.
They released a comforting laugh and the twins patted me and the light-brown haired guy said, “No worries, Miss. The pleasure is ours.”
“I hope it wouldn’t be much of a trouble, but can we ask why were you crying?” the twin with a blue shirt asked.
“If it’s too much to ask, we would understand; you don’t need to tell, especially, if you’re uncomfortable.” The other twin added. This one wears a red polo shirt.
All of them are smooth-talkers and with proper etiquette. They have the hottest accent, for me, I must say. But then, I thought, “Uncomfortable.” Honestly, it really never strikes me, until now, for the record, that I never felt uncomfortable when they arrived, I mean, I really felt, “Comfortable” with them, which was ‘weird’. But I told them what happened: I BROKE UP WITH MY BOYFRIEND BECAUSE HE CHEATED ON ME. WITH A FRIGGIN’ SLUT!

Yes, honey. I didn’t know that it also occurred in the Philippines though. I thought it only happen in the Western world, well, too much of a generalization I had there. The slut I was talking about was my former-friend. User. She befriended me because she wants to hook-up with my boyfriend. WOW. And recently, my boyfriend wants to like, take my chastity away, virginity is the most abused word though. This was what happened: Any guess what I replied? I was happy! Ecstatic! I even shifted my voice to a flirty-type and said fiercely:
He (my ex) looked disappointed. I shrugged it off, I thought he would understand. That’s when the next day, which was today, I went to his flat, and I saw him sucking this…
“WHAT A HARLOT!” The platinum-blond haired guy practically announced.
Okay. Shut up. What time am I living? 16th century? Who still use harlot, nowadays? But I liked the word, aside from using SLUT, WHORE, HOEBAG, I’ll restate what I was saying, ‘I saw him, my ex-boyfriend, sucking that harlot.’ Well, doesn’t that somehow sounded intellectual?
These Britons comforted me for about 2-hours, “Don’t worry, Miss. You deserve better. It’s a good thing; you are one of the fine ladies who would not succumb to a BOY’s demand.” And they smiled.
“What’s with the emphasis on ‘BOY’?” I asked; I surely wish I wasn’t looking dumb.
“And we thought you’re 18, legal age, knowing these stuffs.” The light-brown haired guy said, shaking his head in mock-disappointment.
“I am. And I can guess you are too, or 19 or 20. Okay. I don’t know. Hey, just explain!” I said.
“Boy’s demand. Dating you and giving you a good-‘love making’. Childish, I must say. A man wouldn’t take his love’s chastity because he wants one or he feels like he deserves one.” The twins said.
“Ahh…” that’s what I managed to say. Pathetic. ‘Chastity,’ I got that from them. It’s better, right?
They ended that conversation, immediately after explaining how narrow-minded and perverted some guys are. We shifted the conversation by finishing our desserts and coffees. Then we went to the fourth level:
“Miss, quickly now, quickly!” The platinum-blond haired guy said.
I followed him, he reached my hand and I grabbed his, he led me to this rack of CDs: he slipped a CD at the CD player on the wall, and he gently put the headphones at my ears.
I grinned. He laughed. He reached his pocket and pulled a cotton handkerchief, he handed it to me. And I was confused, “What?” I removed the headphones and asked him. He pointed at my front tooth; there was a toffee stuck. I blushed in embarrassment, this was strike two or three, I mean who was counting, right?
I took the hanky and cleaned my tooth and kept the hanky in my pocket, “Thanks. I’ll return it when we meet again.”
“No need, Miss. You can keep it. Not that I feel disgusted with it, it’s just that, so you can have a hanky in your pocket at times” and again he flashed his smile. He sounded casual though. It was much more foreign to my ears.
The 3 other guys offered me different CDs and I just played and listened to it. It was calming.
Then, it was already 5 o’clock. It stopped raining. Time to leave. Not me though, them.
“Bye, love. Next time!” the cute light-brown haired guy said, smile flashing.
“Darling, be safe. I hope we can meet again!” the twins said, again, in unison.
They left and they kissed my cheeks. Again, I was alone. But I wasn’t crying anymore. Moments ago, I was broken-hearted. But now, I’m smiling. I was pretty satisfied. I met new friends. I sat on the floor, listening to the song by Jennifer Paige. And this song has been my favorite, ever since.
I remembered the platinum-blond haired guy the most, “I bid my farewell, my fair lady. May time permit us to meet again?” he paused and kissed my left-hand, I blushed, it was so sweet! Okay, he smiled when he saw me blushed, and I blushed more, he continued, “Take care of yourself. Don’t cry anymore, in public, of course.”
I asked their names before leaving but they said its better not to know, yet. I just shrugged.
I never let anyone kiss me, honestly. I find it rude. But for them, I found that sweet, and because I saw this article before that it was normal to kiss in the cheeks and hands, especially in the Western hemisphere. So I didn’t bother about it anymore. I’m just overjoyed.

It had been 5 months; I saw them in sweet Christmas, and now, it was summer. I had not seen them ever since.
It was so hot; I kept on reminding myself that I live in the tropical country named, Philippines. I went to the bookstore: every Friday and Sundays. If you were somehow thinking if I see my ex, yes, he still lived across the bookstore. The ‘harlot’ is 4 months pregnant and was abandoned by her parents; I pity her in that case though. The ‘ex’ was now working, since his parents disinherited him, too. Really, disinherit and abandoning, how traditional? Well, I saw them together a couple of times, but they were always bantering. I hope their child will be safe. I’m not a stalker; I know these because my best friend’s boyfriend is the best friend of my ‘ex’. I think I just sounded defensive there, but moving on…

It was the first Sunday of the summer. I do what I usually do: get a book from the second level; I got ‘Lola and the Boy Next Door.’ I read the first book, ‘Anna and the French Kiss,’ before, ironic how I always thought of the platinum-blond haired guy when I think of ‘Étienne St. Clair.’ Oh well, he’s handsome, so as Étienne especially with his French accent. I was listening to the same music for months. I don’t know I just love the song, ‘Stranded by Jennifer Paige.’
‘If it's coming over you, Like it's coming over me, I'm crashing like a tidal wave, That drags me out to sea; I wanna be with you, If you wanna be with me, Crashing like a tidal wave, I don't wanna be…’
                I did not feel like going out, I just stayed for a couple more hours at the bookstore. It was not the heat that was causing me distress, I just felt like the song. I’m stranded on that same spot.
                I continued listening to the song, over and over again, while reading the book. I was so hooked! I was near the ending! A couple more minutes, I was satisfied, it ended with:
‘And I hold my head toward my big entrance, hand in hand with the boy who gave me the moon and the stars.’
I felt butterflies in my stomach, full force! I was so giddy, so sweet! I love ‘Cricket Graham Bell’!

It was on the chorus part of the song that I closed my eyes, smiling and uttered a bit louder than a whisper, “I miss you…”
“Without you, I’m stranded.” I froze mid-chorus.
It was a melodious voice. Jennifer Paige is a girl. I may be slightly paranoid, but I swear, I heard a man’s voice, with a quirky-accent. My headphones wasn’t on my ears anymore, it was at lying on my shoulders. I looked sideways, a guy with a dark shade of brown hair is sitting beside me; he was holding my hand and gently squeezed it, he tilted his head then he smiled, “I missed you, my fair lady.”

I smiled and I hugged him. I was shocked but I think it was with the spur of the moment.

STRANDED. The song continued playing. Yeah, I missed him, all right.
It was the song that he let me listen the first time we met.
Maybe, my Etienne St. Clair or Cricket Graham Bell is this handsome ‘former’ platinum-blond haired guy. But I wouldn’t expect. I was just at bliss that he was back. A boy friend, a boyfriend, I wouldn’t mind.

So, it wasn’t just the song that left me stranded. Maybe I was waiting for him all along.

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Author’s Note (A/N): *As influenced by LiveJournal and
January 14, 2012 1:11AM-2:59AM

The story is fictional. Any story similar to this is purely coincidental.

An on-the-spot story; this just lingered in my head when I was thinking of a song, I was looking for a perfect song, but I didn’t find any so, I got stuck with, Stranded. It wasn’t that lovey-dovey. And it’s my first time to include, “slut, whore and making-love” in a story. I just want to remind girls out there that, making-love can wait, and making boys understand that their hormones should not overpower them. Well, that’s pretty much the story. I don’t know if it went well. Tell me. I didn’t reread or edit it. So mostly, typos; I had my hands type, imaginations to fulfill its duty to create a story and just pushing the Retorika assignment in mind. I need to write something in English, Voila!
And look, my Stephanie Perkins' fangirling was sooooo obvious :>
I’m really sleepy; I just can’t sleep a while ago so I wrote a story. So my eyes are slowly shutting now. So I’ll be off to bed. I hope you somehow like the story, even though I don’t usually write this kind of stuff. The place in the story is FULLY BOOKED at Bonifacio High Street. It’s my safe haven, so I dedicated this mostly to the second home of mine.
Oh well, I’m frantically light-headed. Good night! Oh it’s Dawn already, time check: 3:22AM.

God Bless!

P.S. Constructive criticisms are very much welcome! :)
Stay safe and with lots of love,
©Stranded by Jassie ™

Song Fic: Votre Ange

P.S. This is a re-post of the story from my previous entry/post: Votre Ange :)
- where I mentioned my overwhelming flattery from Amy Plum! :D

Before the journey ends, a huge thank you is in order...
(A songfic summarizing Revenants' Book 1 & 2) 

If I Should Die
Picture from Goodreads
To my dear, Tiff and Alyana. *gives Cheetos and French Macaroons* here's a short song-inspired fiction (aside from the obvious Revenants novels).
Here is my summary (and some additional/edits of the fantastic novel) of Die For Me and Until I Die. Enjoy!
P.S. I hope you would not be so confused with my Vincent / Kate monologues. Haha! Only mini-chapters 1-3 have Vincent in it.

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“Because I know, in my heart, my mind, and my soul… I would do everything.”


“There’s a pier reaching ours from the seaside,
Breathe in, breathe it out,
Open your eyes,
Is this all that you wanted?”
-          Red Sky by Lawson

Is this really the end? Is this where my hope is shattered?
The running water from the river below and the comforting cold breeze of the coming night, I seek solace. Breathe in, breathe out.

Is this all that I wanted? I ask myself.
A smile creeps its way to my face, I relax. Breathe in, breathe out.

I am here, Vincent. And yes, I will. I know I will.


Mini - chapter 1:

“Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend,
Somewhere along in the bitterness,
And I would have stayed all night,
Had I known how to save a life.”
-          How to Save a Life by The Fray

To save and to die. To die saving.
Living in a tedious way of saving people from accidents, from suicide, from everything life is at stake. I had lived my life in this subtle way: dying and saving. I had failed, tried and had succeeded. But it does not end. I also need to fight the numas. I am Vincent. This is my life. This is what it is supposed to be. This is what a revenant is supposed to do.

I am Kate. My parents died, I am still devastated. Could I had done something to save them?
New place, new life. A renewed life. From New York to Paris.
I left who I was before. Even my caring friends, whom I pushed away. There’s no turning back now. Only a path forward.

Mini - chapter 2:

“Beautiful wonder,
Where did you come from?
Writing your name on the horizon,
Filing the sky up, burning like fire…”
-          Red Sky by Lawson

            I had locked myself up since I arrived in Paris.
Sweet savory-feel of Paris, I badly need your Paris pollution before summer ends.
A perfect café shop with a lovely beverage and a good book to make me company. Perfect.
It feels like someone is boring a hole at me. I shot a gaze to the direction of the intense stare and…

I had seen her coming through the café shop. Her physique, normal yet there is something different about her. She took her seat and has a book in hand.
Jules and Ambrose are laughing. And I realized it is because I am staring at her.
I plastered a smirk at them, and I continue staring… Then she looks at me.

            Two pairs of eyes stared back from each other. Locked in intense gaze. Unknown recognition. He continued gazing and she stared at him confused. Do they know each other? In reality, they do not.

Mini - chapter 3:
“Beautiful wonder,
Where did you come from?
I’ll stand up with you, forever,
I’ll be there for you through it all…”
-          Red Sky by Lawson &
Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Is she worth the risk? Of everything I had grown accustomed to? I feel, Yes. But my mind wants to be rational and screams, No. How about Jean-Baptiste, and the other revenants?
I made my way through her and through her heart. Had I fallen? Is it possible? In love? Yes, extremely impossible. I looked at her, she beams at me. My heart swells with overwhelming happiness.
But I do not want her to be at risk. And the pain and an almost look of betrayal she shoot at me as I had mentioned the dying and saving, being dormant; I cannot take it, seeing her like that. Is this really for the better? I must leave her, or she must leave me… before anything bad happens.

I needed to leave him. He needs to save people and to die. I cannot handle death… not after my parents’, it is still fresh. I cannot still bear it. It is normal for them as revenants to die and to be alive. To even be dormant for three-days, but as cold as dead.
Death. It instills fear in me. I cannot overcome the idea of this.

Despair had begotten them. Quite frankly, it did not work out.
They seek more, and beyond the depths of their fear, of death and other things. It is better to have each other than to lose each. They had tasted the part of being together and they will never be able to get rid of it.

Mini - chapter 4:

“Feel the waves breaking,
No more time wasting,
Slowly we are waking up.”
-          Red Sky by Lawson

Betrayal. How could have Violette done it? They trusted her. They believed in her.

I sank to my knees. I could not believe what had happened. Why? Why did Violette did it? Why are you the Champion, of all revenants? Why are you the second in line after Jean Baptiste? Why? Why?

            You had saved me enough times, Vincent. You fought for me. I lost my parents, and had you. You shared to me your family. You gave me you. And you even sacrificed dying for me. It’s too much. Isn’t it too much already?

Tears start pouring from her eyes, and she chokes her next words…
            It’s my turn…
 And it’s my game now, Vincent…
To have you back.

Mini - chapter 5:

“I will never let you fall,
I’ll stand up with you, forever…”

No more options.
No more Ifs.
Not even a Should.
I know. I know and I had made my decision.

“I’ll be there for you through it all..”
-          Your Guardian Angel

Breathe in, breathe out.
Is this all that I wanted? I ask myself.
A smile creeps its way to my face, and I relax.

Breathe in, breathe out.

“There’s a red sky,
Overhead tonight,
That’s how I know…”

I had lost you. I had lost my faith. Even my hope.
And then I heard you, lucidly, as if you had bore right inside of me,
Just like when you stared at me.

A sweet smile caresses her face as she recounts her memory. It is close to fading as she was losing hope. But something’s blossoming. Is it really true?

I am here, Vincent.
Am I being delusional? Is it real? Did I just hear Vincent?
‘Mon Ange.’
My heart soars and swells high as I heard it.
Yes, Vincent. Votre Ange.

“It’s gonna be alright,
It’s gonna be alright”
-          Red Sky

No more options. No more second-thoughts. She knows what to do. She will…

I would do anything… everything. I will…
I will save you. And it’s not you anymore, Vincent.
No ifs nor shoulds.

I would die for you. I will save you, until I die.

“I’ll be there for you through it all,
Even if saving you sends me in heaven…”
-          Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

F I N.                  
16/11/2012 11:29PM
Paris Time: 4:31PM

Songs Used Were:
1. Red Sky by Lawson
2. How To Save A Life by The Fray
3. Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

And especially from the very beautiful novels of the first two (2) books of the Revenants Trilogy.