Nathan
It hasn't been long since I stepped foot in Windsor. This town is meant to be a melancholic memory, but here I am, idling downtown with a camera looped around my neck. I'm falling in and out of reality, watching everyone I once knew sneak glances at me, acting as if I have come to my senses and returned home.
A few others and I know I'm only visiting. Six years seems like a long stretch of time, but to me it passed within a blink of an eye. The town hasn't even changed much.
The metallic scent still hangs in the air, the dilapidated buildings still slightly lean to one side, most neighborhoods are filled with barren homes, and everyone still has that same tired look on their face. The type of tired look which is masked with hope.
I sigh and take the camera into my hand before searching for something worthy to click a few pictures of. I wonder where she is...
"Fuck," I mutter, rubbing the back of my neck. My mind latches onto the memories of her and I can't think straight. Hell, I can't even see straight.
A string of curses leave me when the pain of walking straight into a telephone booth settles into my forehead. I rub it furiously, ignoring a few of the stares I'm caught in. Then, I hear it—a woman's laugh not from where I am.
I should tell her to screw off or at least get up from the ground, but I can't. Once my eyes land on the girl who's been caught up in my mind the past six years, all I can do is stare.
There she is.
A/N:
To clear up any confusion, all chapters after this are about Nathan's life six years ago. If that wasn't clear enough, hope this helped.
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