colorfulblazes:
this place had bits and pieces that reminded him of bristol. on one hand, it was comforting, but on the other, this was exactly what rich had tried to get away from. familiarity. anything that would bring back the memories. he needed a new environment, but something in the air here just felt…eerie. usually he wouldn’t mind it, but part of him wondered if coming here in the first place was a decent idea. the air was brisk as he strode down the concreted sidewalk, on his way home from a brief walk. but then his eyes landed on the bench, and he froze in his tracks. fucksake, it was happening again. even here, he saw her. she was everywhere. sharply, he exhaled, forcing himself to keep watching. he tore his eyes from the bench, knowing it wasn’t real. she wasn’t real, not anymore.
grace looked around in despair. if only there was something familiar about this place. the accents & scenery were so different. the americans lived very differently to the english & she was finding it hard to adjust to not only the multiple revelations today that had sent her reeling but also to the fact that she was missing literal years of her life. however, her dark hues landed on rich & her breath caught in her throat. she threw herself up off the bench, running to him in record speed. ❝ rich, rich ! oh, thank god. ❞
