Amour Doux (Nathan Prescott)

16

warning: long chapter ahead.

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There was a storm, a flood, thick grey clouds above as the wind violently thrusted through the air nearly knocking me down. I cursed in french as the papers flew out of my hands, the drawings of my dreams. I wondered to myself when did I pick those up, then I took a glance at my surroundings. I was at the light tower, walking up the trail. Another gust of wind blew by and my hair slapped my face. I groaned and used the hairband on my wrist to tie it back as I followed the path.
At the top, standing at the edge overlooking the beach and Arcadia Bay, stood a small, fragile girl with short brown hair— Max. I squinted my eyes and blocked my face from the rain as I pushed forward, keeping my eyes locked on her as I walked. But as I got closer, I finally caught a glimpse of what Max was looking at.
My heart dropped and I gulped, frozen in place. An unbelievably large, thick, funneling tornado, a monster of a tornado, was heading straight for Arcadia. My eyes flickered around as they widened and my breathing became unsteady. When I looked back in the direction of Max, I noticed she was gone. I exhaled, walking to her place where I found a newspaper stuck to a twig extending from the ground. I reached down, picking it up, reading the date.
"There's no way..." I spoke aloud. "This is today. Friday!" I yelled, waking myself up.

Nathan was gone and I was left alone in his gloomy room. I stretched, wiping the crust off my eyes as I sat up. Still dressed, I picked myself up and checked myself in his mirror before leaving but as I rubbed under my eyes, I noticed a photo stuck to the wall. I couldn't help but smile. It was a photo from a few years ago of me and Nathan at the Vortex Club party, having the time of our lives... god, if I could just go back to those times... I sigh and leave his room, heading towards the girls dorm. Once outside, I noticed the dark grey clouds above. 'hm, maybe my dream's gonna come true' I thought to myself with a chuckle.

But it changed. What? No! What the hell is happening?

Nathan and Mr. Jefferson were arrested. Max was going to San Fransisco with principle Wells. Then... why do I remember it being different? Something is wrong. Something is terribly wrong.
I pull out my phone, calling Max. She was already in San Fransisco, thank god.
"Hello?" she answers.

"Max!" I yell.

"Oh, hey Sophie." she says with a kind voice.

"What did you do?!"

"Huh?"

"MAXINE WHAT DID YOU DO TO TIME?!"

There was a long silent pause, then a muffled noise. "How do you know about that?" she asks with a low voice.

"I've had crazy fucking dreams for the past few years, everything is always off, I forget random shit, shit keeps changing around me, but it all leads back to you. You were always in my dreams, you were never changed by time even when everything would rewind and start over. What the hell is happening to me?"

"Nothing! I just..." she sighs. "You might think i'm crazy, but... I can rewind time."

"No fucking shit, Sherlock." I snap. "FIX THIS!!"

"Fix what?" she says. "Everything is perfect now, the bad guys are locked up, Kate is alive and well, and—"

"And you're in San Fransisco. Yeah, perfect." I stand and walk to my window, looking at the clouds above. "Listen, Nathan isn't who you think he is." I squeezed my eyes shut, finally able to remember that day. "Mr. Jefferson was using him. Drugging him. Manipulating him."