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It takes hours to write a story. Hours to write a story you’re proud of, something private, something new. It takes minutes to run down the sandy beaches, hair flapping madly on your head in the salty breeze – minutes to collide with the waves that crash delightfully upon you as if for the first time in your life. And it takes just seconds, mere rotations of the slim golden hand on your leather watch for someone you love to be washed away in a rainstorm.

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Milo is nineteen, and decided long ago that he neither wanted nor needed anything but his heart and his soul. He is starting college a year late, taking with him nothing but two CDs - one for angry moods and one for being calm - his favourite film, a photograph of 'the four of us', and his Journal.

When he meets Chess, his outlook on life is questioned. She helps him discover the parts of his soul that have been holding him back, have been limiting him all these years. She helps him search for the part of him he thought he'd lost, but is this what Milo really wants? Is he ready to change for the better? Can he bear to look that far back into the past in order to advance into his future?

Just as he takes a step forwards, something about Chess changes. She doesn't answer his calls and she won't come to her door when he knocks. Is she hiding something, or does she want nothing to do with him now?

A warming tale of two friends and their intertwining lives, as they both embark on this great journey of friendship, self-discovery, and facing their demons.




-t/ya ficton-

updated Aug 14 '11 by scampii091