Author's Notes:A collection of drabbles/ficlets exploring Alice's history, her relationship with Alan and the darkness that threatens to destroy all she loves.
I'm neither a professional writer, nor an English literature professor, so go easy on me. I assure you any and all mistakes be it grammar/spelling or otherwise are not intentional.
As always this fandom does not belong to me.
Alice knew the darkness was after her, for what purpose she did not know. She hid in all the bright places, through the vicariousness of her friends, through the demands of her school, and through the refinement her work. Yet the more the young woman tried to hide, the more the dark haunted her.
One by one, her friends fell prey to the empty promises and glamour of the fast life. Consumed by addictions, and other destructive vices, they faded from her life without ever saying good-bye. In the end, Alice was left alone; only her loyal camera remained by her side. Even as a student it was clear to all who knew her that Alice was a skilled photographer. Through her lenses, she captured stories, and mysteries with a single image, yet something was lacking.
'You need to find that balance,' her professor explained one fateful day. 'There can be no light without the dark. Without the dark, the light grows stagnant. We all need a little darkness in our lives, or perhaps it is the darkness that needs us.'
Alice never forgot the words spoken, nor could she ever forget the strange look in his eyes when he spoke them to her. Though she did not fully understand the meaning of his words, Alice knew better than to ignore the wisdom buried within them.
Two days later her professor ceased to show for work. Three days later, and the school learned of his suicide.