"I love you. Never forget that, okay?"
This is a two-parter, so this first prompt will be followed by part 2/second prompt, which I will post in a moment
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She dreams of dark. Nightmare is too kind a word for what Waverly sees when she closes her eyes at night.
She dreams of a life where Jolene conquered. A non-life, really. Shackled to the ground in some gruesome place. Jolene parading by with Nicole on her arm.
She dreams of Champ, and the absence of Nicole. What may have been, had Nicole Haught never moved to the Ghost River Triangle. Everything is muted. Colors seem to fade more every day. And when Champ kisses her, it tastes like lies.
But more than anything else, she dreams of Nicole.
She gasps and lightning cracks. A railish figure holds Nicole by the neck, grasped tight. Nicole struggles. Waverly tries to reach, but sheās stuck, canāt moveā¦
āWaverly,ā the ragged creature hisses. His voice is familiar now. She recognizesā¦ Heās been here before. Visited her life too often.
āNicole!ā Waverly reaches for her love again, but He pulls back.
āSheās mine, now, Waverly,ā His voice crawls like a serpent down Waverlyās spine.
āNo, no, please! Iāll do anything, anything!ā Waverly shouts and thunder booms and she starts to sink into nothingness.
āWaverlyā¦ā Nicoleās voice is hoarse, quiet, as the hand that grips her neck cinches tighter. āWaverlyā¦ I love you, s-so much,ā sheās gasping for air and Waverlyās tears fall. āNever forget that, p-pleaseā¦ā
The nothing overwhelms, envelopes her completely. Nicole is gone. Heās gone. Waverly isā¦
Somewhere.
Whereā¦
āWaverly?ā
Somewhere.
āWaverly, baby wake up,ā a worried voice.
Eyes open. Red. Nicole.
āWave, baby, you were shouting.ā Nicoleās hand strokes Waverlyās face so softly. Like maybe sheāll break. Waverly thinks she just might, but with Nicoleās steady touch, the fear of shattering starts to dissipate, slowly.
There arenāt any words. Not yet. Waverly wraps her arms around Nicoleās neck and pulls her close, down, so she can bury her nose in Nicoleās hair. It smells like lavender and vanilla, soft from a recent shower. The feeling of safety that always comes with being in Nicoleās arms, in her bed, starts to return.
part 2
