Nostalgia { a michael clifford fanfic }

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Prologue

She walked across the all too familiar road to work and gathered in her surroundings. The city was an odd place with a lot of strange people, yet it made her feel safe. Everyone around her had their own story, ones that she'd never get to know, but what people were doing at that exact moment in time perfectly fit into their story. They were doing what they needed to be doing, even if they didn't know it yet. Somehow in someway, she believed, every second counts. You are doing what you need to be doing in life, fate will guide you to your purpose.

Perspective was a thing not many had. Most things are black and white to people, and not long ago were they for her, too. Soon, she was able to see the thousands of different shades of gray. All they thanks to him.

Stopping to look around at the city, she breathed it all in. There was something about the energy that she loved so much. Everything and everyone was so fast paced, and that was the only way she knew how to live. Rushing around just gave her an exhilarating thrill. She lived life to her fullest, and not a moment that passed was not exciting. He taught her how to love the city when they were still learning how each other’s names rolled off their tongues. He taught her how to live.

Every now and then she’d remember who she was before they had met, and she couldn’t be more grateful for him. But with those thoughts, she’d be overcome with nostalgia of him. She’d long for the way his fingers caressed her forehead when he’d push the hair out of her eyes. She’d miss the scent he left that lingered on her clothing long after they hugged. She would crave his affection, and then she would remember how they left things. Ragged and broken, and it would be a whole new stab in her chest.

The path she traveled on everyday generally reminded her of him, but today was different. A whole mix of emotions came with the thoughts of him. The bad times didn’t follow the good this time. It was only the good, and in a heartbeat she felt like if she had the chance, she would run into his arms and pretend like nothing had ever happened. He gave her life a whole new meaning, and she was willing to let the good things overcome the bad. Things were definitely different for dear Annabelle, for she was always a half empty kind of girl, and in an instant she was a half full one.

She continued the long journey to work, weaving her way in and out of the crowds of people, the way she did everyday. The crowds seemed different, though. Something in the air was not right, but she could not put her finger on it. Everything happens for a reason, she would say.

Her feet kept on walking on the sidewalk towards work. The building came into view and she was about ten steps away until her earlier change of heart changed her mind. She stopped short and turned around, soon wishing she hadn’t. Every feeling soon rushed over her, yet all she wanted to do was run to him and hold him closely and tell him to never leave again. but going back to her natural half empty state, she turned around and tried to walk away.

Things wouldn’t go her way, though. She caught his eye as she turned around, and soon enough, he had caught up with her, much to her dismay. He walked stride in stride with her until she turned against her original instinct and slapped him across his face.

“Fuck you, Clifford,” she spat in his face and turned to go to work.

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This is probably really confusing but I promise it'll make sense in a few chapters.