Title: Running to Stand Still
Author: Lauren Rosolino
Category/Genre: NA Romance
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Author: Lauren Rosolino
Category/Genre: NA Romance
Collin was who he was:
simple and easy.
Me? I was jagged and
complex. I wanted everything.
And despite how he made
me feel—safe—it was clear to me that we’d never work out in the end.
That divide between us
would always be there.
Because I’d never ask him
to give up on the things he wanted.
And, while I sometimes
wished I could be that person, I wasn’t.
Just
seven more months. Then Jamie Benson can leave this goodbye town behind her and start her
new life in Chicago. She can leave this place of broken glass and cracked
sidewalks and rusted fences. This place that holds nothing good. She can leave
the ghosts and spinning rooms and shattered promises in her rearview mirror and
never look back.
But all the stories she’s
been telling herself are threatened when, one night, while tending bar at her
father’s hole-in-the-wall dive, she meets Collin—a boy who is good and honest
and sincere in a world where everything is harsh and cold and detached. A boy
who makes her feel safe. A boy worth
staying for.
Will Jamie be able to untangle the truths from the lies? Or will the
sins of the past swallow her whole?
“Is this forever?” he
asked into the silence.
It was one thing to come back and visit. It was something
else entirely to come back for good.
“I don’t know,” I said.
His voice was quiet and strained. “So this is it?”
I looked at my father. Physically strong and wiry and yet
so broken inside. Withering away. When was the last time I’d seen him come
alive? How many years had his guitar sat silent in its case, collecting dust?
“What about Collin?” He asked.
My mouth dropped open, caught off guard.
“I see the way you look at him. It’s the same way I used
to look at your mother—like she could save me.” His eyes flashed silver through
the lens. “And the way he looks at you, like he wants to.”
Gone for a moment were the animosity and biting remarks.
What remained was nothing but a raw, fragmented honesty, and I had to blink
back the blur of tears.
“You can’t . . . People can’t save each other. Not in the
way we want them to,” I said.
“No, they can’t,” he shook his head in agreement. “But he
could be really good for you, if you let him.”
His words hit like a fist to the chest.
“You’re going to break his heart.”
But it was bigger than that. Collin would break. I would
break. We would fall apart in a way I wasn’t sure either one of us could return
from.
“I know,” I said, meeting his eyes. Because the least I
could do was own up to the hurt I was responsible for causing. There was some
honor to be found in that, wasn’t there?
Dad held my gaze, then bowed his head. “What is it about
me that makes everyone want to run away?”
I studied him, his armor faltering for a moment, leaving
him exposed. “It’s not you, Dad.” My voice softened. “Maybe everyone’s just
tired of holding on to something that stopped existing a long time ago. Of
pretending everything is okay when it’s not.” I stood up from the barstool.
“And maybe it just really hurts—how you gave up on us. On
yourself.” I walked toward the door. Knowing that the world as we knew it was
changing.
I stopped in the doorway and turned around, “I’m sorry
this is hurting you. I’m sorry this is the way everything is working out. But
this—me leaving, Nate leaving—it was set in motion a long time ago, and you
never did anything to change the course.”
Then I walked out.
Author of The Charm Necklace and Running to Stand
Still. Writer of stories about finding beauty in brokenness.
She is a storyteller. Adventuer. Partner. Coffee
drinker. Magic believer. Rebel with a gypsy soul. Lover of the woods and books,
the woods and walks.
Born and bred in Detroit, Lauren grew up reading Harry
Potter, watching Gilmore Girls, listening (and dancing) to a lot of music, and
wondering why people do what they do. She graduated from Wayne State
University with a BA in Psychology. Lauren lives with her husband, dog, cat,
and bunny in Charleston, South Carolina.
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