In the point of view of Jake
It has been two days since I last spoke with Flora. That girl. She has the ability to do things to me that no person has ever done before. It is quite strange. I feel lighter, somehow, when we talk – as if I could almost float through the air.
She is the only person who has managed to make me laugh in a long time. I spent so many years with cold, steel walls around my heart to protect myself. Yet, I find myself wanting to tear down every single one of them for her. It is a dangerous notion. The fact that I am still just merely messaging her puts her in enough danger. But I am selfish. And I simply cannot put my selfish desire to be with her aside.
What have you done to me, Flora?
She is strong. By far stronger than anyone I have ever met. She faced each challenge head-on in a way that can only be described as purely admirable. And when she told me she could not do it anymore, when she said she wanted to cry, my heart physically hurt. The last thing that I want for her is to feel that way. Her happiness has become the only thing that matters to me. Heck, I even tried to make a joke just so she could laugh.
What has become of me?
A notification on my computer grabs my attention. I find myself hoping it is Flora, even though I cannot answer her at the moment.
Director D.M. Lansing, FBI, has sent a message.
Another attempt from the FBI to make contact with me. Have they learned nothing? Surely, they know by now that their messages will be left unanswered. I open the message anyway.
"Since you have yet to respond to us in a proper, timely manner, I have made the decision to try a different route to get your attention. I would act quickly if I were you.
- Director David M. Lansing, FBI."
A video file is attached at the bottom. I open it and immediately jump out of my chair, blood boiling. Staring back at me, almost taunting me, is who I presume to be Director Lansing with Flora. Her mouth is moving, but I cannot hear her. Quickly, I raise the volume on my computer.
"You can't just keep me here; I have rights you know!" Her voice is defiant, and I know she is angry.
Director Lansing leans forward, pressing his palms on the table. He slides a picture towards Flora. I assume it is a photograph of me.
"I will ask you one last time, Miss Young. Have you seen this man?" He is shouting at her, and she flinches ever so slightly. What I am witnessing makes my chest constrict with anger. It burns and I do not relish the feeling.
Flora closes her eyes and breaths deeply. "And you will get the same answer as before. No, I have never seen this man in my life."
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The Journey to Duskwood
Fanfiction** This story contains spoilers of the final episode! Do NOT read this if you plan to play the game or have not yet finished it! Unless, of course, you don't mind spoilers ;) ** Flora Young was abruptly thrown into the lives of a group of friends de...
