EVEN IN DARK TIMES (INFINITE CAPACITIES) (1/?)
AUTHORS: @isthemusictoblame & @snowbritt.
RATING: M.
PAIRING: Bechloe.
WORDS: 1,518.
SUMMARY:ย Early morning walks are nothing out of the ordinary for Beca; they help her to clear her head, find some peace. Normally, she does not stumble upon a familiar (yet much higher up the social ladder) figure in the middle of what she can only assume is an understandably dark moment in her life. Perhaps, in this one case, she just happens to be in the right placeโor is it the wrong place?โat the right time.
CHAPTER WARNINGS: Hints at suicidal themes.
NOTES: This is a collaboration based on the movie All The Bright Places, new chapters of which you will find posted alternately on the blogs above.
Itโs strange really, the fact that someplace so quiet, so empty, can just feel so damn loud sometimes. But walking helps, Beca has found. Even in the colder monthsโespecially in the colder months, in factโwalking helps.
It must be just past dawn by Becaโs estimates. With music floating through her headphones, she isnโt too bothered to check the time, though sheโs probably far enough into her playlistโat least an hour and a halfโthat itโs probably time to head home.ย
Probably time to head back to a quiet, empty house with nobody to side-eye her early-morning strolls even if she does find herself missing Dani and her incessant rambling about her girlfriend from time to time. Not that sheโd ever admit it.
But the quiet helps. The walking helps even more.ย
The break in her routine comes at a peculiar sighting: a figure hunched over the railing of the bridge passing over the Chattahoochee River (the โCoochie Riverโ as Beca and Dani had always called it, much to the disdain of her father). Vaguely, she registers the silhouette of what looks like a vintage bicycle propped up against the wall, but her attention is pulled largely by the figure, an unfamiliar one from the short distance, now standing over the railing.
A brief gust of windโpowerful for early Marchโdraws back the figureโs hood, revealing red, wavy hair drawn back in a neat ponytail. It is hair that Beca could probably recognize anywhere, although for a split second she thinks it is somebody else; she believes she is seeing a phantom of the past and her heart stills for a split second because her name is on the tip of her tongue.
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