Sometimes love just ain’t enough. Here is the other shoe dropping… the rain dropping upon your sunshiny heads… the gravel dumped upon your floor.
Some relationships, no matter how deep the affection, can be ripped apart by outside factors. It’s unfortunate, but that’s how reality is sometimes, especially in inter-racial relationships; they have several burdens and stigmas to overcome, and sometimes its too much for one or both parties to handle. Such is the case for poor Talia.
So there; all of you readers who were worried something was wrong with me because I wrote such a “happy and romantic” story can be at ease. I’m apparently still the same dour and depressing writer I always was.
For those that want to see how the relationship falls apart, read here. For those that don’t, you might want to read it anyway; because a lot of the elements presented here will be factors in The Endtimers’ Legacy. We begin to really see the ugly side of Erani society and attitude that’s always been there, but had been glossed over from the Erani-centered perspective in The Second Gate.
I’m just ecstatic it didn’t take me a month to write this like the last one. See ya’ll next time.