𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 [ 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ]

01. 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄!

WESTVIEW DOESN'T TYPICALLY EXPERIENCE THUNDERSTORMS. For as long as the residents could remember, there had never been a dark cloud in the sky; the sun remained cozy in the sky, with white clouds painting the blue sky, and the weather was always perfect.

No one could remember a time when Westview had gone through a nasty storm. Westview has always been a beautiful day.

However, strangely, today was the first time Westview was seeing dark, angry clouds looming over them, with winds blowing so hard that you could hear them hitting against the houses. It was eerily dark outside as the wind whistled into the town, flashes of lightning striking through the night, and thunder booming across the sky. The forecaster couldn't have known this storm was coming because their forecast was perfect; they didn't expect such a nasty storm to lurk in the corner.

Westview looked like a ghost town because everyone kept indoors for the first time, afraid to step out into the storm that was ready to unleash on their small town. It was unlike Westview; the residents loved being out and about, chatting among their neighbors, and exploring their local shops. Instead, Westview watched the news as they questioned the strange storm brewing just outside their windows. The cameraman panned the camera from the horizon back to the forecaster, who continued giving as many details as he possibly could.

While the weather continued to deteriorate, the strong winds brought not a single tornado in their path, allowing Westview a breath of relief. Regardless of that, the storm only seemed to grow stronger and angrier.

The television continued to play in the background; the newly wedded couple seemed anything but bothered by the storm happening. They were unfazed by the ugly weather looming just outside their window. All they could think about was that they got married in the nick of time.

"Darling, you don't suppose there will be any rain, do you?" Vision wondered almost puzzled as he peered out the window, frowning at the eerie sky. He's never seen the sky as dark as it looks. "Perhaps maybe a small drizzle?" But Vision knew that was unlikely. "I hope."

Wanda's perfectly curled strawberry hair bounced with a slight movement. "Don't tell me you're afraid of a little rain, Vis?" She teased softly.

She didn't seem as concerned as Vision was. Wanda continued searching through every crook and cranny in their kitchen--every pantry, cupboard, and fridge for something to cook, but strangely, there was nothing. Nada.

"Of course not, dear. It's just . . ." Vision hesitates to voice his concerns. He moved away from the window after staring at the sky like he was willing the clouds to go away and followed his wife into the kitchen. "It's not usual for Westview to look this gloomy."

Wanda frowned for a second before swapping for a smile. "Oh, sweetheart, we've only been in Westview for nearly a week. We don't know the weather like the others do."

She always preferred to look at the bright side of things; Wanda doesn't like looking at anything with a negative perspective like Vision--it's not like he does it on purpose, but he's still learning about how humans react. Maybe that's what Vision loves about Wanda, but it often bothers him whenever Wanda dismisses his concerns as if it's nothing. This sort of weather isn't unusual, but it was how the weatherman expressed how odd and worrisome the weather looked. There's a nasty storm coming!

Perhaps Vision looks too deeply into something and becomes too panicked for his own good. Always overanalyzing things and immediately thinking the worst, unlike Wanda. It's why they clicked so well--Vision learns so much from her. She always likes to look at the good. Wanda doesn't dwell on the what-ifs; it's better to focus on the positives. It's not an ideal way of thinking, which Vision has attempted to be more realistic, Wanda immediately shuts him down and deflects.