Fallen Feather Part 1

You unexpectedly fall in love with a mysterious stranger, keeping secrets from you for your own protection, but is it YOU he wants to protect?

Must read for all ages!

Chapter 1

It’s my final year before graduating and I already have an internship at the museum, art restoration is my dream! To look up close at each brushstroke, to see the emotion the artist captured. Like a record playing for you to enjoy the music, so is the same with each painting I look at, joy for my eyes. My mother would be so proud of me. Since my father’s death, my mother became obsessed with Angels. She fell in love with ‘The Creation of Adam’ and she would paint for days on end to cope with her depression of his death. Unfortunately, her depression took over and she eventually became insane. Not that I could blame her, my father was a great man. He always helped those in need and was always part of some kind of humanitarian work. My father never asked for anything in return, only to pay him with a smile. ‘God, I miss my father so much!’ I silently pray as I make my way to my dorm room.

All the students are busy moving into their respective dormitory rooms, myself included. Fortunately, I know my roommate since I started university, we became best friends overnight. Completely the exact opposite, she is a fashionista socialite with a bubbly and outgoing attitude, where I like my peace while I loaf around in slippers. “Hey Heather, excited to start your final year?!” Ellie asks me just as I enter, “Yeah, I’m stoked! See you’re already finished unpacking.” I say when Ellie giddily jumps: “Yeah, needed to rush. Mike is on his way and he wants to take me to a quick lunch before orientation, so see you later!” Ellie grabs her purse and rushes out without closing the door behind her.

I throw my bags on my bed and slump down on the sofa, looking at our new room. It’s a little bit more spacious than last year, we have our own rooms now and an open-plan living room with a small kitchenette. ‘Unpacking is a bitch, but I should probably get started’ I think and move to make myself a cup of coffee. With my coffee in hand, I start to put my clothes into my drawers and find a photo of our little family- Dad, Mom, and me. The last photo of us before Dad passed away. My dad picked me up from school when we were in a car accident and my father received the worst blow, no one could understand why I came out without a single bruise.