December 1998
"She's awake." I heard someone say softly, a figure blurring before me as my eyes opened slowly. I reached around for my glasses or contacts.
"Here." They place a pair of spectacles on my nose and I realised it was my mom.
"You blacked out honey. It was just a sickness virus, don't fret. We were so worried..." We hugged and I realised that there was no one else in the room.
"Lindsey is insisting on coming to check on you, he should be arriving any minute."
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"You shouldn't be here," I complained as we were eventually left alone, and he passed me some tea.
"I was worried sick, I had to come."
"I ruined your Christmas."
"Don't be ridiculous, I want to be here...With you."
I began to bawl, my hormones getting to me.
"Stevie, please." He came over, taking the tea from my hands and holding it, allowing me to sip when I asked.
"This is my fault if anyone's. I created this whole...Mess. I'm so sorry. Nothing I ever do can make you forget."
"No." He placed the empty mug on the nightstand, turning to lean against the windowsill, staring out at the city.
"Lindsey. She's kicking." I whispered, causing him to rush back over, dimming the lights as I pushed down my covers.
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ФанфикIt has been 18 months since Stevie Nicks disappeared at the height of her comeback tour as a solo artist, and even many that she knew for decades have been left in the dark. What caused her to seemingly vanish, and will she ever return?
