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Yesteryear

A short story request from Mooneater
Hope you like it!

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Porter walked the streets alone, the frigid autumn air nipping at the nape of his neck. He stared at his shoes glumly as he strode down the concrete sidewalk. I mean, you'd be pretty sad too if you lost your car in an accident. That wasn't the only thing he lost...

"Wait! Taxi!" Porter called breaking into a jog. Unfortunately, the old cabbie didn't hear his cries and sped away. Slowing down, Porter sighed and shook his head, shuffling on his way. "I can't do this I gotta find a damn bench!" Porter huffed out in frustrated defeat. To his delight, one was just up ahead. For the first time in weeks, Porter actually smiled.

Planting his rump on the wooden bench, Porter let out a sigh of relief. He surveyed his surroundings. To his surprise, he wasn't alone. Across the path, on the other bench no more than four feet away, sat someone. By the slim build, he could guess it was a woman. Or a man with great legs. He couldn't see a face though. The person's nose was tucked into a weathered newspaper, reading it intently. Any other day Porter would've just dropped it and looked away.

But today he couldn't. The person's clothing, they were so strange. They had a metallic sheen to then that could've blinded you had the sun been out. It clung to the skin, almost as if it were a second skin it's self. It's designs on it were nothing he had ever seem the likes of before. "Maybe it's just the latest thing?" He pondered to himself.

The person hadn't even noticed him yet. Bringing the newspaper down to their lap, they turned the page and continued to read. Porter looked up again to study the person's face. His heart stopped. Those haunting green eyes. That golden hair. He had run his fingers through that hair many times. Stared into those eyes countless times. He had even done those things before they buried her....

"Alyssa!!" Porter called out in a choked cry. Alyssa's gaze darted up, terror in her forest green eyes. Abandoning her newspaper, she bolted from her seat and raced away. Determination in his eyes, Porter ran after her. Alyssa darted through the streets, so fast she could've been a blur. Something strange happened though. She suddenly stopped and turned around, running back the way she came. Porter scrambled back, trying to grab her but to no avail. They soon came back to the park. Alyssa darted to the bench she had been sitting on, grabbing something from under the newspaper.

It was a small white box, a teal button on one side. Porter skidded to a stop, breathing heavily. Alyssa looked at him, her eyes shiny with newfound tears. Porter reached a hand out to her,"A-alyssa! Please stop running! Please I watched you die how is this possible?!" He cried as the tears streamed down his face.

Alyssa put her other hand over top of the box's button, "You'll find out one day...Maybe not today or tomorrow, but you will...In the future." And with that, she slammed her hand down on the button. White light flashed, bright enough to blind you. Porter shielded his eyes. When the rays finally died down, Porter gasped. Alyssa was no where to be seen. There was no where for her to hide. She just vanished. Letting the tears fall, Porter collapsed on the bench she had been sitting on.

His cries could've been heard from the next city over, but they suddenly stopped. Porter's gaze wasn't on the spot Alyssa had disappeared from, nor the seat she used to sit in. It was on the newspaper she left behind. Porter picked up the weathered paper carefully. His heart tripled in speed. If he hadn't of just seen his dead girlfriend be alive and disappear right before his eyes he probably wouldn't have believed it.

The paper was written in a strange language, to difficult to decipher. But one thing he could under stand. At the very top, I'm the right hand corner, was a date. But it wasn't this year's. It wasn't any years before. The newspaper bared next year's date.
Not only that, but it had a picture as well. This is what killed him inside. In the picture, stood Porter, a fierce look on his face. A revolver in his hands. The person he is pointing the gun at? You may ask. None other than Alyssa...and she pointed one right back...

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