Nicole hunter
The next morning...
Getting dressed in silence, the weight of the storm still heavy in the air. The house felt quieter now, as if it too was slowly recovering from the chaos of the night.
But as much as the storm had passed, something else lingered in the stillness—an unsettling calm.
The moment with Terry kept replaying in my mind, uninvited but persistent. I didn't know how to feel about it. The heat of the moment
Every kiss, every touch, felt like an electric current passing between us, sparking something deep inside that I couldn't quite control.
His body, warm and solid against mine, seemed to melt any remaining barriers between us. There was an undeniable pull, a magnetic force that neither of us could resist.
But amidst the fire of that closeness, a cold confusion wrapped around my heart. I couldn't tell if it was just the chaos of the storm that had stirred these emotions.
Or if it was something real, something we had been denying for far too many years.
Each moment, each second with him, left me feeling more lost—drowning in the intensity of it all, not knowing how to surface.
Was this real? Or was it just a fleeting moment...
Your soul feels like dryland to me sometimes
Taking my time inspecting everything, my eyes scanning the corners for any signs of the storm's aftermath—anything that had been left behind in its wake.
But the house felt mostly untouched like it had somehow shielded itself from the worst. Nothing was broken.
No shattered windows. It was strange how something so violent could leave only subtle traces behind.
Stepping out onto the wraparound porch, the full extent of the storm hit me. The world outside looked unrecognizable.
Trees lay scattered like fallen soldiers, their branches twisted and torn.
The air still smelled like rain, heavy and damp, as if the earth had just breathed out after a long tortured breath.
Mud clung to everything, coating the house in an ugly brown film. Water pooled in every direction, a reminder of just how powerless nature could be in its fury.
And yet, even in the wreckage, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of relief. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, not here, not in this part of town.
It hit harder than I expected, the thought that places once filled with life and love could be reduced to rubble.
A wave of overwhelming worry washed over me, and I found myself praying, though it had been a long time since I had done so. Whispering a prayer that my father's church had survived the storm—that the building where so many of my cherished memories were made had endured the chaos.
Walking slowly down the driveway, taking in the damage all around me.
The storm had ravaged everything, leaving destruction in its wake.
Terry's rocking chairs, once placed so neatly had been tossed off the porch and scattered down the lawn.
The gentle sway they once had now replaced with the chaotic aftermath of nature's rage.
Broken glass crunched beneath my feet, making my way towards Terry's truck. Thankfully, it was still there, but the damage was hard to ignore.
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Jukai
Fanfictionthere was a woman named Nicole who after losing everything she loved set out to take her own life deep in the woods. 𝖳𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖱𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽 was on his way home from his father's farm, getting ready for the storm which was a Category 4 storm tha...
