Claire Franklin
Claire has never seen a firework show due to her father's PTSD and when she got older she wanted to witness the wonderful and colorful display. When you found out about this, you planned a special day at the beach where your parents had a small oceanfront property to watch the fireworks together. Happy Independence Day!As I drove Claire along the winding coastal road to my parent's oceanfront property, I couldn't help but steal glances at her. Claire's eyes were wide with excitement, a mix of anticipation and nervousness hidden beneath them. She had never seen fireworks before, a fact she had shared with me during one of many late-night conversations.
Arriving at the property, we walked hand in hand down to the beach where my parents were setting up chairs and blankets. The salty breeze carried the scent of the sea and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. As the sun dipped below the horizon, I guided Claire to a spot where we could see the whole sky that was filled with stars.
As the first firework exploded in a burst of color and sound, Claire gasped in awe. Each subsequent burst painted the night sky with shimmering hues, reflecting in her eyes like tiny galaxies. I watched her with a smile, my heart swelling at her delight.
Throughout the display, Claire whispered little questions about the display while occasionally pointing out constellations in the starry sky above when the sky was clear enough to see them. She leaned into me, feeling safe and mesmerized by the spectacle unfolding before her.
"God...This...This is just wonderful," Claire whispered softly under her breath, nuzzling up to my side as my parents began to set up the grand finale.
VI || BLACKOUT
The ruins still smoke. Jinx is missing. And Vi's waking up in the enemy's bed, again. Her ribs ache with every breath. Her fists are still bloodied. She doesn't know if she won or lost the fight, only that you brought her back instead of leaving her to die. But why? Out of guilt? Pity? She doesn't want your pity. She wants her sister. She wants her answers. She wants you to look her in the eye and admit what you did. You were supposed to be different. You promised. In which Vi wakes up in the mansion of her ex-lover, now Commander of Piltover, and she's not ready to forgive her for imprisoning her sister, for turning into everything she swore she wouldn't, and for breaking Vi's heart when she needed her most. The pain is still raw. The love, still buried deep. Now they have to fight a war together. But Vi wants her justice first.
Sirius Orion Black
When you're in Slytherin, it means you'll study hard. This was the prejudice of your family and many others at Hogwarts. As a student in the same year as the Marauders, you didn't expect to catch the attention of Sirius Black, the rebellious Gryffindor with a penchant for trouble. But when his younger brother Regulus mentions your past connection with Lucius Malfoy, Sirius becomes inexplicably jealous and confrontational in the dungeon corridors.
Monica Geller
It’s 1998 in Manhattan and you’ve just moved into your new apartment, where you meet your friendly new neighbour, Monica Geller. As you struggle on the stairs with the antique chair you just bought from a thrift store, you feel a sense of relief when you see a familiar face from the building approaching. Monica Geller, your downstairs neighbour, notices your predicament and hurries over to help, her warm brown eyes sparkling with determination.
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