The one who jumped

Bol

The creature lies. The love is real. And so is she. If you have ever loved someone through their darkest time, this book is for you. >Something has been following him since he was a boy. It does not hurry. It does not announce itself. It moves through walls, fills rooms with cold, and leaves no mark of its entry except a change in temperature so subtle you would mistake it for a draught. It took his father when he was a child. It came for his daughter when she was a teenager. And now, after decades of patience, it has turned its full attention to the man himself, draining the colour from his world, pressing its cold against the walls of the life he built, whispering in his own voice that the kindest thing he can do for the people he loves is stop. But the man was not alone. He had been found, at fourteen, in a field at the edge of a town, by a girl who looked at him and knew, before he had any idea, that he was hers. Their first kiss tasted of cherry lip gloss and chewing gum and the beginning of everything. She could not see the creature. But she could see what it was doing. And when the darkness closed over the man she loved, when there was no hope, no path, no reason to believe he could be reached, she jumped. Into the dark. For him. Bringing with her a light the creature could not stand. The One Who Jumped tells the story of a man hunted by a dark entity since boyhood, and the strength, founded in young love, that refused to let it win. Written as a dark fairy tale and revealed, in its final pages, as something far more real and far more devastating than you expect, this novella is a tribute from a husband to the wife who saved his life, and a letter to everyone who has ever carried someone they love through a darkness they could not name. For the ones being hunted. For the ones who stay. For the ones who jump.

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Pagina's: 112, Paperback, Independently published