Authors: K.M. Golland
Revue (25 page)
COMING SOON: Discovering Stella – September 2015
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Pain … physical or psychological, which of the two hurts the most? Is it possible for one to hurt more than the other, or are both just as debilitating? Physical pain is instant, brutal and uncamouflaged. It’s bold and undeniable, often leaving a visible scar, a reminder—and trophy of sorts—of the damage caused.
Psychological pain is one that festers within, bridled yet just as potent. It is a wolf in sheep’s clothing, slowly chipping away at a person’s soul without visibility. Both forms of pain have the capacity to bring a person to his or her knees, destroy their faith and render them no more. But when the two collide, merge, unite in a common cause, the effects can be catastrophic.
My body was currently experiencing both forms of pain as I took slow tedious steps across the lawn in the direction of what I had been evading, running from for the past couple of years. I knew this moment would come at one point or another, for some things are just inevitable. Yet regardless of it being inescapable, that did not mean I wished to welcome it sooner. In fact, the longer I could avoid it, the better. It meant I was able to bury it in an untouched grave—that grave’s location deep within my body.
The wind lashed my skin with each step that I took, leaving an icy sting as the leaves under my booted feet cried out when I pressed them into the earth. I couldn’t look up; I refused to, instead focussing on the black leather of my boots together with the grass and gravel that filled my vision from below. My nails dug into the palms of my hands as I clenched my fists, nerves and apprehension blanketing me. The pain of my biting fingers was welcome, as it provided a microscopic distraction from what was to come in mere seconds. But it was microscopic … diminutive as the pounding of my heart overpowered it and reminded me why I’d run, why I’d fled my previous life and why it was so difficult to return. Returning meant facing what had happened, what I’d done … what I’d suffered. Returning meant closure, which up until six months ago, I’d never thought possible. Six months ago, I’d escaped and reinvented myself. I’d left my previous life and started a new one—one that unintentionally included Lawson Drake.
That man, that infuriating man, not only fixed my stupid car, he fixed my broken and tormented heart. He discovered my almost extinguished light.
He
discovered
Stella.
“I'm an author. I am married. I am a mother of two adorable little people. I'm a bookworm, craftworm, movieworm, and sportsworm. I'm also a self confessed shop-aholic, tea-aholic, car-aholic, and choc-aholic.” Born and raised in Melbourne, Australia, K.M. Golland studied law and worked as a conveyancer before putting her career on hold to raise her children. She then traded her legal work for her love of writing and found her dream career.
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