Chapter 1: Change… Sort Of
Soundtrack: Stable Song – Death Cab For Cutie
It had been six months since Boulder reappeared on the skyline. Six months since the last semblance of escape in my life left in a blaze of glory. Six months since I came back to this small, empty apartment in Colorado. And four months since I last saw Julia. Although saw seemed like a stretch, but then again even "Julia" seemed like a stretch at this point. It was more like witnessing a car crash and then realizing that you're the one driving.
The typing paused. Henry's tired eyes mulled over the paper for a brief moment before his fingers returned to their now familiar places on the typewrite searching in vain for something to add. After as few more minutes he got up and walked over to the fridge and got a beer from the also now familiar spot on the second shelf. He sat on the couch and cracked it open to the droning of the television as he leaned back and fixed his eyes on the ceiling letting out a huge sigh. "Fuck, six months hunh?" He sipped his beer. He looked around the empty apartment only for his eyes to fix back onto the ceiling as his mind wandered. Wandered back to Wyoming, back to that cave, back to what he might have missed. But even more so back to the peaceful times, when it was almost like he could forget, like everything might just be alright after all. His thoughts wandered through the vivid forest and for a moment, slumped down in his chair, he felt a wry grin sneak across his lips. And then he opened hid eyes which wandered over to the clock; 1:00 am. 'Shit it's already that late.' he thought to himself. Twenty minutes late he collapsed into bed and began to drift. At least until he was interrupted by a sharp knock on his door. His eyes opened as he swung and dragged himself up off the mattress and to the front door. He cracked it open to see an olive skinned woman standing in the hall. "Well hello there Henry." She said cheerfully.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" he halfway replied.
She playfully gasped. "I'm appalled, and after all we've been through. Our own Sherlock Holmes mystery and you can't remember me." she said with an all too familiar sarcasm dripping from her voice widening Henry's previously tired eyes.
"D-Deliliah?"
"Oh so you do remember me? Now are you going to invite me in or am I just going to stand here all night while you gawk?"
Hey Guys and gals, well do I have some explaining to do. First, I'm lazy, second I had school to deal with. Years 11 and 12 were rather busy and I didn't have a lot of time to write and that jazz. But I'm back and writing again, on firewatch. I loved this game and I though I might just write something up for it. If any of you are wondering about it the Dust story will probably be starting back up and I have a RWBY story that I've had in the works (I started it in volume one so It may be a bit different but hey, maybe you'll like it.) But right now I think this will be my main focus. Anyway, thanks so much for reading, and as always I'm interested in what you guys have to say, so the reviews are always open and I try to respond when I can. Have a great day.
Signing off,
Equinox.