Originally Posted by Wilem

A silhouette stood like a statue, his frozen fixture a black speck against the setting sun. Bouquets of yellow lilies hung loose by his side. The early twinkle of pre-mature starts (stars?)lined the darkest parts of the twilight sky. In complete silence, the silhouette dropped his head, allowing a singular tear to roll down his cheek; he leant forward and carefully placed the flowers next to the headstone of the (I think 'a grave' would sound better)grave.

He hesitated for a moment as he regained his statue (His statue? You mean 'stature'?)like stance then spoke. ‘Hey, you.’ His voice shaking and light. ‘I – I don’t know, I mean…’ He placed his head in his hands and exhaled. ‘I miss you, so much.’ A lump formed in his throat, ‘I can’t believe it, ya know? I can’t even bring myself to say you’ve-’ he chuckled emptily. ‘I keep expecting you to be at home when I walk through the door; I keep expecting you to be by my side when I wake up every morning. But worst of all, I keep thinking of the future. I don’t know what I’ll do without you, Sarah.’ He fell to his knees, tears streaming, he reached towards the headstone, fingers hovering over her name - he recoiled as if singed. ‘I made you a promise before you left. I told you I’d stay strong.’ He sniffed, choking on his next words. ‘I don’t-know if I c-can. I just wished you knew how much I loved- love you.’

He groped at the soil, filling his hands with the brown earth. Slowly he let it slip through his fingers back onto the grave. ‘I wrote you a song. I know you say you hate it when I do that, but I know you love them really, I’ll leave it here, with you.’ He leant forward placing a neatly folded piece of paper next to the lilies. Stiffly he stood, wiping his nose and eyes on his sleeve. With no further words he turned on his heel a left.


(New chapter?)

‘They were the couple whom represented Britain. We loved them, the world loved them. I am of course talking of Liam Archer and Sarah Lillie French. Newly weds, best friends and childhood lovers. The tragic story of a talented author’s loss and the death of a much loved actress-’ With a flick of a switch the smug woman - who didn’t really give a damn about the pain Liam was feeling - disappeared, leaving the room dauntingly silent. Coughing, he sat up from lying flat on his stomach, limbs spread across the settee, an empty bottle of whisky within arms reach. His bare, unloved feet touched the cold wooden flooring. He sighed, running his fingers through his tangled mass of brown hair, and stood shakily. Glancing to his right Liam laid eyes upon a glowing red skyline, cloudless, perfect. Staggering through the swamp of disregarded papers and rubbish and clothes, he shuffled toward the window. Such a sight would once fill him with inspiration. Now, as he stared out across the perfectly crimson sky, the sun half buried behind distant hills, spreading its last rays of light across the earth, he felt nothing but pain.
A pile of papers began to beep, causing Liam to jump and tare (tear) his eyes away from the scene. Dragging his feet back through the masses of crap he made for a table centring the room (Rewrite this sentence - I had to read it a few times before I could make sense of it). The beeping got louder, crying for attention. He swept the piles of paper onto the floor, making even more mess, revealing a phone.
‘Ya?’ He said rubbing his eyes with his forefinger and thumb.
He immediately recognised the voice on the other side. ‘Liam, its me, I’m outside let me in its bloody freezing!’
‘Emma… C’mon I’m fine, and you’ve got work to do.’
‘No you’re not, work can wait. Let me in for God’s sake!’ (Why is this in italics?
‘Fine.’ Hanging up, Liam waded towards a door behind his settee. Once through he found himself in a hallway. He walked its length passing several picture bearing walls and two doors. At the end of the hall was a flight of stairs, which he descended slowly, at which the bottom ('at which the bottom'? Wording doesn't make sense)he was faced with a second hallway, smaller than the last, with a white door at its end. He took a pair of keys from a shelf on the wall, fumbling with them for a moment before finding the right one. No sooner had the door opened; Liam found Emma flung around his neck.
‘Hi, how are you doing? I brought you some sou – wow, you smell.’ She stood back and observed him, a weak but caring smile spread across her face. She fashioned ('She fashioned'?), silky brown hair, straightened; it just reached the upper parts of her back; she was about three inches smaller than Liam with a very slender build. She stared at him with jade green eyes, identical to his own. Their eyes weren’t the only thing they had in common. They shared a delicate bone structure, full lips and thin eyebrows, light freckles littered their thin noses, although they were only noticeable up close. (Usually I don't like a clump of description but you pull it off. Try not to do it often.) Age had seen differences appear in the twins’ appearances. Liam now fashioned light stubble and was particularly well built, where Emma had made the obvious developments of a woman.
‘I won’t lie, Liam, you look terrible.’ She creased her brow and smiled with sympathy this time.
‘Thanks Sis. Close the door please.’ Liam turned and began climbing the stairs; he heard a click behind him followed by hurried footsteps. They walked the hall in silence; rather than take his sister to the living room Liam turned off at one of the two doors, leading the way into a clearly neglected kitchen. The kitchen was a rectangular shaped room, with white worktops bordering it, the normal necessities for a kitchen were hidden behind cupboards and small doors. A plain wooden table sat in its centre. Liam immediately sat down with a loud groan whilst Emma began whizzing around the kitchen, not needing any direction to where his things were kept.
She took out two bowls and placed them noisily on the side ‘Hungry?’
‘No.’
‘You’ve got to eat Liam.’
‘Yes mother,’ he said in a malicious tone.
Emma sounded hurt. ‘I’m just trying to help.’
‘I know, I know. Sorry.’
Biting her lip Emma sat down opposite him ‘Have you spoken to mum recently?’
‘You’re kidding right?’ He smiled in disbelief. Noticing her stern, stubborn look, he knew she wasn’t joking. ‘Do you know what she said to me after Sarah died?’ Emma shook her head. ‘Yeah, I’m sure she hasn’t told you. She said, “I’m sure it’s for the best.” For the best, I’m never talking to that woman again.’ Liam stood, exiting the room, leaving Emma stupefied.
‘Liam, Liam, wait.’
He stopped with his hand on the knob of the living room door; he turned around, his face emotionless.
‘I’m sure she didn’t mean it,’
‘Didn’t mean it?!’
‘Grief struck, I don’t know.’ She sighed, looking at her feet, allowing Liam to walk through the door. Moments after he’d settled comfortably on the settee Emma strolled into the room, standing in the doorway, a letter in her hands.
Noticing, Liam leapt to his feet, snatching it from her. ‘Hey! That’s private thanks.’
‘Liam… they dropped you?’
‘Fuuuck!’ He fell back onto the settee, his face in his hands.
‘Why?’ Her voice was light, almost hard to hear.
‘Wasn’t writing enough… so, they dropped me. By letter too, not a phone call, nothing.... I don’t blame them Em. Jesus I’d have done the same thing. I’m a dead weight; no publishing company’s going to take me on.’
Emma sat next to him; one hand stroking his hair, the other on his back, Liam began to sob, a noise Emma found painful coming from one so close to her.
‘You can’t stay here.’ She decided, looking around the room in disgust. ‘You’re coming to mine and I’ll hear nothing else.’
‘No, Em, I can afford to live here for another twenty years. You don’t need me depressing you.’
‘You’re my brother, it’s your job.’ They laughed through the tears; sitting up Liam wiped his eyes and smiled.
‘Thanks Girt.’
‘Don’t call me that! I’ve never liked it! Want me to call you Percy? Or Rubin?’
‘Its family tradition, “Archers hit bull’s eyes.” Remember?’
Emma smirked, burying her face in her hands. ‘God, dads’ mottos were so cheesy!’
Liam, rubbing his stomach, stood. ‘Talking about cheesy, let’s have some of your soup. I’m starved.’

(New chapter?)

A chorus of laughter echoed through the room, the lights shone artificially, eradiating a kind of warmth. Liam and Emma sat at different ends of the small kitchen table, a bottle of wine between them and two empty bowls pushed aside.
‘When are you going to find someone?’ Liam asked, taking a large gulp of wine.
Emma matched her brother’s movements, draining her glass, ‘why can’t someone find me?’
‘Doesn’t work like that.’
‘How does it work?’
‘It doesn’t. You’ve got to search, but just… wait for it to happen. Patience with persistence,’ he smiled, filling Emma’s glass and his own, ‘and when it finds you, or vise versa, never let it go.’ His face darkened, ‘Although, sometimes, it’s taken. In such a case, there’s nothing you can do… except accept it.’
‘Have you?’
‘Me? No, not yet. Not sure if I ever can.’ Emma reached out, cupping his hand, ‘All my life I’ve wrote and spoken powerful words. Why can I not do what I’ve always persisted on what must be done?’
‘Maybe… it’s not time to accept it? Maybe you’ve got to let her go somehow?’ The twins looked at each other, their bond as brother and sister was unbreakable, their love unquestioned. They’d always been there for one another, but this time Liam knew she was his strength, his pillow, his savior.
‘Thank you.’ He said, clearly if not a bit shaky.
‘For what?’
‘Everything, I know I’m an arse, most of the time, but it’s nice to know there’s someone I can always turn to.’ He looked at the wall mounted clock, ten past one, he whistled, ‘getting late, think I’ll turn in. You know where everything is right?’ Emma nodded and they said their goodnights.

Originally Posted by Wilem

Thanks for the comments Ungood and A-L.
The first bit was meant to be a quick news report just so we know the status of the characters involved. I'm not too good at portraying that kind of information so I though that would be good, I'm not too sure how to clear up the confusion... any suggestions?

Originally Posted by Wilem

Right, again thanks for the help Ungood. I did mean to use "Fuuuck" as in he didn't want Emma to find out, so when she did that was his immediate reaction. I'll keep my one, but I'll re-write another with your suggestions. See which one's better after comparing them a lot. Thank you so much for your help with this piece Ungood, its really appreciated.