Spring of 2029
Her pale fingers grazed the cover of each movie on the shelf, tired brown eyes searching for any title that catches her attention. The skin between her brows was scrunched together as she ruled out each title. Autumn Lancaster debated if it was a Nicholas Sparks or Stephen King type of night, either way, she groaned at the idea that this had become her Friday night ritual.
A section away from her, Dallas Manson carried a different sort of debate in his mind. In twenty years a person can change looks-wise, however, the years barely touch them as recognition flooded through them. She could never forget those eyes that reminded her of the ocean. Just as he could never forget those pools of honey. "Autumn?" Dallas spoke first, his voice rasped as if he hadn't spoken in years. "Dallas." A name that has never left her memory...
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The Time Capsule
Romance"Where do I see myself in twenty years?" Dallas' voice was heard over the speakers on the hallways. His face was plastered on the old Tv's that hung from the ceiling at the end of every hallway. "Honestly," Everyone gathered around the hallway as th...
