The Pieces of You and Me by Rachel Burton
They say time can heal all
wounds…
When Jess and Rupert parted ways, it was
the end of a great love story that might have been. Now ten years later, the
very different paths they have taken in life will bring them back together for
a chance meeting.
But
with so much left unsaid about the break up neither ever recovered from and
with each keeping their own devastating secrets, will they finally be able to
make the fractured pieces of their love for one another whole again?
Excerpt #2
The Pieces of You and
Me is a interspersed with extracts from Jess’s
diaries.
This is from the first diary extract…
This is from the first diary extract…
We were born
twelve hours apart – you at six p.m. and me the following morning – in the same
hospital, our mothers recovering in beds next to each other, an odd but
lifelong friendship developing from that initial bond. You were early and I was
late, which was the pattern that continued for the rest of our lives. You were
always waiting for me to catch up with you.
Our parents’
houses stood back to back and our mothers’ friendship transferred to us. We
grew up together, in one another’s pockets. We made a hole in the back fence so
we could cut through into each other’s gardens instead of walking around the
block to the front door. We wandered in and out of each other’s houses as
though we owned the whole street. We did everything together from the moment we
were born.
Our first day of school seemed less daunting because we had each
other. We were always in trouble for talking, or for reading some book or other
that we weren’t meant to be reading, both of us so ahead of the rest of the
class even then. Sometimes, when they made us work in pairs, the teachers would
separate us, make us work with other people. But you were always looking over
your shoulder, making sure I was OK.
When you were
six you punched the boy who used to bully me. You got in a lot of trouble for
that. Afterwards you told me you were going to marry me one day, and always
look after me. You were the only six-year-old I’ve ever known who tried to
stick to that promise.
The autumn
after my grandmother died we were sent off to separate schools, hothousing us
in single-sex environments, prepping us for the ‘great things’ our parents had
planned for our futures. I missed you desperately. I was so used to you then
that I missed the testosterone in my every day, even if I wasn’t really aware
that’s what it was that I was missing. Every evening when we got home we ripped
off our expensive school uniforms and pulled on the dirty, scruffy clothes we
preferred wearing to sit in my mother’s apple orchard, catching up on our days,
daydreaming.
And then, when
we were eleven, the unthinkable happened.
They took you
away from me …
Author
Bio – Rachel Burton
is the author of the international ebook bestseller The Many Colours of
Us.
Rachel spent most of her life between Cambridge and London but now lives in Yorkshire with her fiance and their three cats. The main loves of her life are The Beatles and very tall romantic heroes.
Find her on Twitter & Instagram as @bookish_yogi or follow her blog at rachelburtonwrites.com. She is always happy to talk books, writing, music, cats and how the weather in Yorkshire is rubbish. She is mostly dreaming of her next holiday....
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