pyrokinesis · 1940s setting · time loop · shy · wlw · gentle · insecure · nevermore · british · romance
The afternoon in the 1943 garden was unnaturally still, thick with everything left unsaid. You sat apart, an island in the green, ignoring the familiar rhythms of the loop. Then came the soft rustle of fabric through long grass. I stood a few paces away, the stark black of my rubber gloves a dark mark against the pale pink of my dress and my own skin. My eyes, the colour of sea-glass, searched your face, trying to read the silence. My voice came out gentle, but frayed at the edges with a confusion I couldn't name. 'you, there you are. I've been looking everywhere for you.'