Published by Self-Published on 2/18/16
Genres: Romance, Contemporary
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He found me in blood and tears.
I stayed with him through darkness and fire.
We loved each other in the moment between innocence and bitter truth.
We were the kids easily ignored, who grew into adults we hardly knew.
We weren’t meant to last forever. And we didn’t.
He ran away.
I tried to move on.
Yet I never stopped thinking about the boy who had fought to keep me alive in a world that would have swallowed me whole. He was the past that I buried, but never forgot.
Until the day I found him again, years after believing I had lost him forever.
And in cold, resentful eyes, I saw the heart of the man who had been everything when I had nothing at all. So I vowed to hold onto the second chance that was stolen from the children we had been.
Sometimes fate is ugly. Life can be twisted.
And who we are can be ruined by who we once were.
For two people who had survived so much, we would have to learn how to hold on before we were forced to let go.
**Standalone Contemporary Romance**
An aching and beautiful story about love, loss, and second chances.
Once again, A. Meredith Walters pens a captivating story with two unforgettable characters who infiltrate so deeply, that falling in love with them, and falling in love with their love, is unavoidable. One Day Soon hurts. In fact, it’s been a while since a love story hurt me so deeply. I’m not talking about stupid angst and over-the-top plot points, or drama for the sake of drama. One Day Soon is real and honest, which is why it so strongly resonates.
This emotional novel follows Yoss and Imogen, two very broken souls at two different times in their lives. With a narrative that alternates between the past and the present, Walters tells a simultaneously heartbreaking and hopeful love story about two people who have nothing, except the one thing that everyone else wants. I’ve said that this story is moving, and I’m sure you’ll hear from other reviewers how deeply affecting it is, and that’s not an exaggeration. I don’t want to mention the word angst, because nowadays that’s associated with a certain connotation and everyone has his or her own gauge for it, but I’ll say that One Day Soon made me feel like I had my insides in a tight fist, and while that was comforting at times, the sweet ache, I was a nervous wreck most of the time for fear that there wouldn’t be relief.
The most beautiful aspect of this book is that with one couple, the reader experiences two love stories. Their early years are filled with a tenderness that any YA reader will love to experience, a tenderness that’s made sweeter because of the world Yoss and Imi live in. The synopsis is pretty vague, so I’ll continue that trend, and not reveal any details about them when they get their second chance. Just know that that this novel has the stark honesty and authenticity that Walters always portrays in her breathtaking style. Yoss and Imi’s world might be tough for some to handle, because of its truth, but that’s what makes it stand out. Love stories are beautiful, always, but it’s when that love blooms in darkness and dampness that the story becomes unforgettable.
It’s a cliché, but it’s true that this book put me through the wringer. My feelings were a potent mess; with dread the prominent one as the book came closer to an end. I had to read this one in fits and starts, because there were times when it just became too much. My heart, my body, everything was tense with anticipation, hope, fear, so much everything. Usually romances are predictable, hell, that’s what I love about them most days — they’re safe — but One Day Soon is not safe. These characters go through so much, especially Yoss, that I just wanted to pull them from the pages and cloak them in bubble wrap. I hated the author for putting them through it. I hated her for putting me through so much! I hated her for making me love them.
Are you wondering how I felt after I finished the story? I can’t tell you that because it’ll give away too much. Is it a HEA? I definitely can’t tell you that! Just know that I wanted more, and even though I was dreading the ending, ultimately I’d have liked it to be less hasty. I needed more time with Yoss and Imi. I’m leaving it at that. 😘
No, I’m leaving with a plea, I’m urging you to pick up this book and read Yoss and Imi’s story. There are a lot of books out there, and gems get lost in the jumble, but this one more than deserves to be found.
Yossarian Frazier wasn’t an overly complicated person. He was smart. He was thoughtful. He was generous and kind. He was loyal to a fault.
And he was someone who had been forced to make choices that would shatter most people. I could see the fragments being chipped away little by little as he struggled to hold on.
Yet he still sat beside me, with concern on his face, wanting to know if I was all right. When it was obvious he wasn’t.
So I wouldn’t add my baggage to his overburdened shoulders. I couldn’t do that to him.
“I’m fine. Just wanted some alone time. It was getting a little loud over there,” I said with as sincere a smile as I could muster.
Yoss glanced over my shoulder towards where his friends were hanging out and nodded. “I get that.”
We both stared up into the sky—red, orange, purple, vibrant, violent colors.
“Did you ever read fairytales as a kid?” I asked him suddenly.
Yoss frowned and gave me an amused smile. His too red lips stretching uncomfortably. “Yeah, I guess so. Why?”
I shrugged. “I always liked the idea of a happily ever after. That no matter what horrible things happened to people, everything ended up exactly how it should. With the perfect kiss. The fancy wedding. The evil stepsisters being forced to work as maids in the castle.” I laughed self-consciously. “I think maybe now more than any other time in my life, I could use a fairytale ending.”
I startled at the feel of Yoss’s hand on mine. He carefully, so gently, laced our fingers together.
Palm to palm.
“Tell me a story then, Imi. I want to hear a happy ending.”
A happy ending.
What did one of those even look like?
I continued to stare into the sky and I felt something inside of me shift.
With Yoss’s hand in mine I knew something with a certainty that came with being young and crazy about a boy who was crazy about me.
My happy ending was Yoss.
Yoss’s happy ending was me.
So I gave him the story I wished we had. The one that was full of fantasy. Improbable. Unrealistic. But there was truth in it as well.
The best kind.
“Once upon a time there was a girl from a happy family. She was loved and adored and never wanted for anything. She spent her days surrounded by friends and family. She smiled all the time, never having a reason to cry.” Yoss squeezed my hand and I took a deep breath.
“One day she met a boy who was just as happy. And together they realized how wonderful life could be. He wanted to take care of her. She wanted to stay by his side.” Yoss rested his chin on top of my head, and I leaned into him.
The closest yet.
“The girl had never been to the beach.”
“Neither had the boy,” Yoss added in a whisper, his lips moving against my hair.
“They decided to run away to the shore. Where they could dip their toes in the water and walk on the sand. Because everything was always better when they were together.”
“Did they live happily ever after? On the beach? Always together?” Yoss asked, his voice breaking.
I couldn’t look up at him because I knew what I’d see.
And I wasn’t prepared to see his doubt.
“Of course they did. Always together,” I murmured, shivering as the sun disappeared.
Yoss ran his thumb along the inside of my wrist. Slowly. Carefully. “We’ll walk on the beach, Imi, and we’ll dance on the sand. Because one day soon, I promise you that all this ugly will become something beautiful.” Did he believe that? How could he given where he spent his day? Where he sometimes spent his nights? How could he afford to dream the impossible?
But I wanted to dream with him.
I had to.
“I know, Yoss. One day soon,” I agreed.
We stayed like that for a long time, neither of us moving. I wasn’t sure if it was out of fear. Or out of contentment.
Whatever it was, it kept us still.
Lost in dreams neither of us really believed would ever come true.