Title: Almost Lover
Author: Valentine Nolan
Authors Note: This one I hope to put time and effort into it. I also hope to be patient while writing it and not rush through it to just get to the good parts. I am a college student now with a lot of free time, so I hope I use it to develop my writing abilities. I am experiencing some tough times healing mentally and it will be reflected in certain ways throughout this fic. I hope it will be capturing and keep you reading.

I am trying something new, getting inspiration from several songs for this one. The title is taken from the song ‘Almost Lover’ by The Fine Frenzy, but you will see other inspirations in here. I will create playlists as I write.
Disclaimer: I do not own SoN characters. All disclaimers go to Tom Lynch and The-N. Though, original characters are mine.
Rating: R for the moment. Most likely there will be some NC17.
Summary: “And when you left, you kissed my lips. You told me you would never forget, never forget these images. No, well, I’d never want to see you unhappy. I thought you’d want the same for me…”

Almost Lover.

Prologue

Goodbye, my almost lover…

The exact moment wasn’t given to her to recognize that she was becoming a different person; she only became conscious of it later, sitting in the garage with her head resting on the steering wheel, that she noticed the small, little shift that had snaked its way into her compulsive mind. The woman that Spencer Carlin had been was immune to the outside world, wrapped up in her tangled mind to even realize the effect reality had placed on people. She was a broken girl who quoted song lyrics instead of finding her own voice; a lyrical girl buried too far deep into herself.

Maybe that was why she didn’t recognize the foreshadowing of the events that would have taken over her life. Even with her analytical and over compulsive brain, she continued to ignore what had been placed in front of her as she stood in front of the towering apartment complex on that rainy day not so long ago. Maybe she would have noticed the tiny pieces of stone shattering in her mind, or that she became less wound up and could almost differ between the imaginative realities she constructed around herself and the real world under her feet.