The hard thuds of raindrops crashed to the ground like meteorites, creating large ripples in the murky lake water that surrounded a small island. The sky was nowhere to be seen, nor were the stars or moon that usually resided in the night sky. Clouds and fog plagued the open space, resulting in the atmosphere seeming unusually cool to the young woman that lived on that small piece of land. But of course, it always rained at the girl's location, so it wasn't anything surprising.
Several trees, such as different cedars and one chokecherry that the girl claimed was her favorite, were spread through out the inland, which was only a few acres, no more than three, the woman guessed. But then again, she was never good at estimating lengths and numbers.
The coast was scattered with boulders and small shrubs, small ridges where the fresh water waves would crash onto the shore.
When poor, dead fish didn't rot in the sand and attract predators, an occasional doe would show and maybe its fawn or it's mate, the buck. It was all quite beautiful to the girl, but it was too bad that she had to go through hell just to get it.
The cool glass of the window made Nikki's pale and freckled forehead freeze. Each drop of rain drizzling down onto the white chipped windowpane, and its glass surrounding, reminded her of tears cascading down a person's cheek.
She was sitting on an black ottoman, her legs folded underneath her and her arms supporting her upper half weight by acting like columns connected from the wooden base to her chin. Her grey eyes searched around for possible life. Even in the rain, every once and awhile the strawberry blonde would see a deer running for cover, or wild birds flapping their wings to rid their feathers of the water. It calmed her and made her the slightest bit happy, for she needed it.
The only thing she could actually do without was the monotone colors, the dark greens and browns. Rarely the sun would shine through the grey clouds, rarely the clouds were ever bright and white. Mostly, the prettiest thing about the place was the rainbows after, shining through the dark puffs in the sky with its many radiant colors.
Possibly at night, but not as this one, if the weather was calm, Nikki was able to see lights of the city, and to be honest, she wasn't even sure what the city was called.
Many more coniferous trees fronted the city, as well as flanked it, but the back had highways to the rest of the world. She couldn't hear the noise of the inhabitants on the other side of the lake, but she never really wanted to. The young woman was born and raised in somewhat of a small town in the south; she wasn't use to the blaring sounds and lights of the city. So, when her fiance had brought her to the suburban cabin out looking the city, she wasn't exactly thrilled. It had grown on her though, the past few months had been hard, yes, but the sight of the calming waves of the lake rising and lowering, the peaceful wildlife, and the lightly scattered forest was beautiful and made it just bearable.
Past thoughts then raced through Nikki's mind, all about her losses and hardships she had gone through in the past year. Exactly five months before, not even a day after she and her fiance had arrived at their lake house, Nikki and her soon to be husband, Damien, were to go back to her hometown for a funeral, her parents' funeral. The twenty six year old was absolutely heartbroken and for about a week, depressed at the fact her mother and father were crushed inside a car because of a drunk driver slammed head-on to her parent's Honda. If only her and her brother hadn't fought afterwards...
It was a idiotic fight really, Nikki wasn't even sure at all the details anymore. All she knew was that her blonde haired brother stormed away from her, out onto the road searching furiously for his car, and instead, a car found him. The girl did not witness the event, but her fiancé had; God knows how hard it was for Damien to tell Nikki her only brother had been, for the most part, killed the same way her parents had just a week in advance.
Her brother's funeral postponed the flight home, and made the world seem, impossibly, darker. The ride to the airport was silent and saddening, even then it was raining, bringing with it despairing and cool weather. Light sniffles filled the air, thankfully though, Nikki wasn't a person to cry, so the excursion wasn't brimming with tears.
As the couple exited the vehicle in the airport parking lot, Damien was at the back of the car, opening the trunk of their rental and collecting some of their bags. As he was handling them, a spider had made its home in the pocket of his carry-on; when Damien went for his baggage key, the arachnid attacked, sinking its tiny teeth her fiance's hand. Neither had thought anything of it at first, not until it was too late.
Nikki stood up, soundlessly trudging to the wooden kitchen to fix up food, not able to stand reminiscing in memories any longer. In truth, Nikki wasn't even sure why she was attempting to make food; she wasn't hungry. The room was quiet, the whole house was quiet really; without Damien playing his X-box games, or watching TV, it was silent. In the corner of the kitchen, the electric white stove and black fridge were placed, counters with light brown granite tops lined the walls when it was needed in spaces. She stopped in the middle of the polished mahogany floors, staring at the grey wall in front of her. A small tear fell down her skin and dampened her black sweater. She shook her head, her gaze falling to the floor.
Her footsteps made the floor beneath her creak. Nikki guessed the house pretty old, but it didn't look like it from the outside. Grabbing her late fiance's old trench-coat, tan and dusty, and much to long for the '5,8' woman, from the wall hook by the front. Like the floors, it was polished mahogany. She grasped the brass handle, it opened with a click, and Nikki shut it behind her, leaving her on the wet, concrete porch partially shielded by a wooden canopy. She let out an exasperated breath, pulling an umbrella from the black plastic can beside her door and quickly opening it. She set it above her head and slowly walked down the steps, heading down a muddy path that Damien had shown her right after they arrived, eventually leading her into the woods, and to her chokecherry tree.
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[align=center][font=times new roman][size=8][color=white]This is an older thread of mine, my first advanced one actually, and I'd just thought I'd bring it up again.
Anyway, the plot is that Nikki is just having a rough time. She needs comfort in her life and she can't find it by herself. This is BxG, by the way, pretty advanced, and if your reply is good enough, my post might even be longer! (But yours has to be really long and really good (; )
Any who, the further details are that the male is an old friend. It creates a relationship where they know each other, but still have recreate their relationship. He comes in just to visit. He had heard about all the stuff that had happened, and since they had been good friends earlier in life, he wanted to check-up on her. Of course, it turns into something intimate, it's basically the point of the thread, but something else can happen, I'm just not sure what.
