All the Skies I will not See: A Novella by Petra March by Petra March - Read Online



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It takes 7 seconds to crash.
It takes 3 seconds to fall in love.
It takes an infinite moment to let go.

David Medwin's life is fading away, and all he can think about is what it means to be alive.

An intense story about life, death and, most of all, love.

(Ages 17+)

-2016 Readers' Favorite International Book Awards Gold Medal Winner: Fiction - Short Story
-2016 Pacific Book Awards Winner: Best Short Story.
-The Wishing Shelf Independent Book Awards Finalist (2015).
-Shelf Unbound Notable Top 100 Book (2015).
-Literary Classics Seal of Approval (August 20, 2015).
-Pinnacle Book Achievement Award (Summer 2015): Best Novella.

Published: Petra F. Bagnardi on
ISBN: 9781311374721
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My name is David Medwin. I'm twenty-one years old. Something bad happened to me.

These are the last, precious moments of my existence. So, while my body is still shrouded in merciful numbness, I let my mind and my soul awaken and wander.

I hold on to my memories and my regrets.

I drink in the world for the last time.

The sky is a dense, dark-blue blanket studded with bright stars. The air is heavy with the sweet scent of flowers and pine trees. The cheerful voices of the night creatures perform a pastoral symphony just for my soul.

No, that's not right. I'm not alone.

My friend Eagan is resting beside me. His eyelids flutter restlessly, speaking of an uneasy slumber. As I contemplate my best friend, terrible, unexpected anguish surges within my chest. It's a cold, frightening, strong sensation that forces my mind to focus on my body. My limbs feel strangely weightless, as if I were floating, and my skin were made of dust. But I'm flesh and bones, and my mind knows that the soft numbness is a temporary relief and the sudden sadness brimming inside of me mean something. Something painful.

I'm not alone. Eagan is with me, which means that something bad happened to him as well. I hope he's not hurt. I want him to live. I don't want to leave him.

I glance at Eagan once more. My friend's eyes blink open and, for an infinite moment, his blue gaze lingers upon my features not with familiar kindness, but with fear; then Eagan's lips part in a wordless cry.

Chapter 1

Four years ago.

The sounds, noises, voice of the kids around me slowly faded away, until only the moaning of tree branches and the chiming of leaves remained. It was the music played by the wind. It was my favorite fragment of the day. The schoolyard was all mine.

I liked my classmates. I enjoyed hanging out with them. I laughed at their silly jokes. However, my mind and my body had been seeking these precious moments of solitude since our Art teacher had shown us pictures of Michelangelo's David. She wanted her students to appreciate the work of one of the world's most famous artist; and I did appreciate it, so much so that the images of the sculpture had been lingering in my thoughts for weeks after the