Kate Fuller (strikes_again) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-09-16 17:55:00 |
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Kaitlyn Finley didn't get up to much in the way of rebelliousness. Sure, there may have been a little voice that dared her to do things she knew she shouldn't, but that generally was ignored and pushed aside so that she could do what she was supposed to. Lately, however, things were different. That little voice was louder and had taken on the form of two very different male voices that she couldn't quite place but seemed... Familiar... Today, that scent of the ocean was back. She didn't know what caused it, only that it had returned and seemed much stronger than it had the last time she smelled it. And that - those? - voices were back. They were back and telling her to call her boss and tell him that she wasn't feeling so well. That she needed the rest of the day off. That she needed to leave and not come back because the church wasn't... She didn't know what it was, just that it wasn't... What she did instead was ask her boss if she could take the rest of the day off. Explained that she wasn't feeling quite like herself and, with things that were going around in town, he'd agreed. She ended up at the lake, looking at the water and wondering if it maybe it was just her. But that couldn't be right because others had scented it as well, the last time. Others... were they smelling it as strongly as she was now? Did they know what it was? Did they feel... wrong?? "Can I help in any way? You're new here and I remember how lost I was before my friend Tom helped me and showed me around. I'm Anastasia Romanova, but please call me Anya." "Any big plans to celebrate your win?" "In the eyes of the people I love..." Kaitlyn didn't know where the memories came from, wasn't even sure that they were accurate (was pretty sure they weren't, in fact) but nevertheless, they were there. And so was the image of a handsome man that Kaitlyn didn't recognize. There was something about him, though. Something that said she was supposed to know who he was... supposed to recognize why her heart beat faster at the mere thought of this... stranger... "What's wrong with me?" she muttered, sighing as she ran a hand along the back of her neck. Maybe God was showing her something. Would that be too narcissistic to wonder if she was meant to be that important? Probably so. There had never been anything special about Kaitlyn Gail Finley |