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fandomtownies2013-06-16 03:24 pm
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The Beach, Sunday Evening
Twenty years on, MCA #3 wasn't April's apartment anymore. But enough was strange about this weekend -- the dates didn't quite line up with the dates that this weekend should have been on -- that she dug out her old apartment key on a hunch, and sure enough, the apartment was full of the kinds of things she had kept there years ago. Pizza boxes, video game controllers, a pink cowboy hat... and a three-legged pitbull curled up on a pillow on the couch. April's first dog.
If April got a little bit emotional upon seeing the dog who had passed away years ago in her own timeline, that was no one's business but her own, and it wasn't like it showed on her face anyway. But Cliff bounded over to her as quickly as a three-legged dog could, and in no time at all, April fixed his leash to his collar and hoisted him up to take him down the stairs for a walk.
They walked by the beach, April in a hoodie that she'd found in her twenty-year-old self's closet. For the nostalgia, mostly. With her old dog, walking along the open beach, April remembered how much she had liked this place, back in the day. Maybe she'd never told anyone, but she really had loved it a lot.
That was the bad thing about who April had been at twenty, she guessed: she had never allowed herself to really unabashedly enjoy things. But for the next two hours until her portal materialized, she still could. So that was the plan.
[[open beach!]]
If April got a little bit emotional upon seeing the dog who had passed away years ago in her own timeline, that was no one's business but her own, and it wasn't like it showed on her face anyway. But Cliff bounded over to her as quickly as a three-legged dog could, and in no time at all, April fixed his leash to his collar and hoisted him up to take him down the stairs for a walk.
They walked by the beach, April in a hoodie that she'd found in her twenty-year-old self's closet. For the nostalgia, mostly. With her old dog, walking along the open beach, April remembered how much she had liked this place, back in the day. Maybe she'd never told anyone, but she really had loved it a lot.
That was the bad thing about who April had been at twenty, she guessed: she had never allowed herself to really unabashedly enjoy things. But for the next two hours until her portal materialized, she still could. So that was the plan.
[[open beach!]]