James had been through a lot ever since he was young. His mother died whenever he was ten and he'd been a teenager that would have to struggle to find himself ever since that loss. This long drawn out difficult time spanned throughout the rest of his childhood. That is until he started working at a locally run newspaper. He wrote his own column and he became beloved by his community. For a good decade he stuck to this because he knew he was good at it. Throughout that decade he gained quite a large following and moved to a larger city and began working for a larger paper. He was a bachelor, and he knew that that was another thing he was good at. Everyone loved James and he didn't really know anything else. However towards the end of those ten years the journalism he was getting involved in turned into something that he didn't like. His own personal ideas were being stifled and he was being told what to report on and how to report it. Tensions were high where he was working and he decided to leave his job as a big time news reporter. This sparked a lot of anger from the people he worked with and with his fans. It was a highly talked about subject, why did James leave? He was called selfish, greedy, so many hurtful things. It was odd for after being treated like some sort of a God for ten years to be suddenly almost hated by everyone who once loved him. Any girls he would get involved with anymore were gorgeous but shallow, and all of his friends had disowned him. For the first time in a decade, he was lost again. The big man from the big city had never felt so small. Every morning began with a bottle of whiskey, and that's how every night ended. Although one evening, a friend of his that he still had insisted that he get out again, so he took him to a small jazz club. James loved jazz music. He would listen to it to inspire him when he wrote of course he never listened to it anymore. He never wrote either. In his heart he wanted to but whenever he had tried to the two things brought back the memory of the success he used to have and it was all painful. James was practically dead anymore and his friend knew this, so he took him out. The night started slow and James turned down a lot of girls even though his friend protested greatly. But being the great but not so great James Wilson's pal, he soon became distracted with all the attention he was getting. James sat quietly in a booth, tapping his foot to the smooth jazz and sipping on a glass of scotch. He had been starring at the top of the table for much of the night until he finally glanced up. When he did his eyes directed towards a blonde woman. Immediately he was curious. This woman wasn't the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen but at the same time, she was the beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He didn't know why, but she intrigued him. She was sitting with a couple of gentlemen and was talking to them. However her eyes weren't glazed over and she was sitting in a posture that didn't say she was willing the pretend she was interested in any attractive man that would talk to her. The idea of that made James' heart swell a little. He hadn't even talked to her ever but his heart was already racing. Nervously he stood up, he hadn't hit on a woman, ever. He walked across the room and for the first time in awhile he felt excitement. James began worrying about his appearance all of the sudden, he hadn't been too enthusiastic about the night so he didn't try to look good. He ran his hands through his hair and fixed the wrinkled collar on his shirt as best as he could as he approached her. As he got close she noticed him approaching and looked out the corner of her away, they became wide when she saw who was coming towards her. Swallowing hard, he came right up to her, "hello, my name is James."
She already knew that though, but his formality made her smile. "Hello my name is Jane."
They talked all night long and after that night they were inseparable. Jane was a writer too, but very lowkey compared to James. However, it was nice to have someone to relate to. Suddenly, feeling like nothing wasn't something he went through as much. The two got married spontaneously, even though the public disapproved greatly. The two of them didn't care though. She nurtured James and he found a way to write again, and he finally found himself.
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