ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴ | ɴɪᴄᴋ ꜰᴜʀᴄɪʟʟᴏ

*•chapter six•*

chapter six :
Flurry of Emotions
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21:43 | 9:43 pm — Emma
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"Okay. Let's see what tonight brings." Emma's voice rang throughout the breeze of the island.

She turned on her phone, which surprisingly survived through the water, and began recording herself.

"Okay, here's a riddle for you: what's got two thumbs and is suddenly riding solo on a freaky island in the dark." She paused before answering, "This fool! Well- One thumb. One available thumb.."

She sighed before shifting her voice to sound more mysterious, like in those ghost documentaries.

"And it was here, on this strange, uninhabited island, that this brave young soul found herself!" She then scoffed, not believing her own act.

The bright full moon shined down against the water, giving the island a more mythical vibe. The light fog covering the ground and the rustic look the cabins gave enhanced the 1980's horror movie feel. It creeped her out.

"Okay full disclosure, I've suddenly found myself on a...strange tiny little island, all alone, with nothing to do but show you guys around, so there's a treehouse over there, I'm gonna go and see if I can dish some of that sweet sweet panoramic goodness."

Emma began walking around the island's first level. She began panning her phone around to give her, non-visible or present, viewers a sneak of the buildings that resided on the island.

"Because here's the thing:" She began, now wanting to talk about the whole Jacob situation. "Not that I want to go back because I don't- but even if I did, I can't because then I'd look like the super needy one when he was the one who- who stormed off in the first place."

"God, you know what sorry I'm venting- well, explore venting. You know what? Fuck it. Let's do it. To the treehouse fellow explorers!"

She announced and began walking around the island, showing off it's questionable looking buildings. After a few snide comments here and there she walked up to the stairs leading up to the treehouse and to the right of it, the path that led to a ladder up to the treehouse.

"So this island is like, an unexcavated part of the quarry that rewilded itself after it flooded into the lake. Pretty cool, huh?" She said with a small smile.

"You know, when I was little, I used to think that islands just kinda would float in the middle of the water. Kinda like an airbed. But, (y/n) told me she thought the same thing up until she was twelve, when her father told her the cold hard truth. We laughed about it for hours!" Emma said, reminiscing the time when her and her best friend snuck out to chat about anything and everything.

"Sorta reminds me of how everything is not as it seems. Kinda like how you thought you were having a hot summer fling and then it turns into babysitting a big hairy man-child, who's all sad because you don't want to go study with him and write him love letters every frickin' day." She ranted. The topic of (y/n) now shifted to her friend's brother.

"And while we're talking about it, why is it up to me to justify MY feelings when he's the one who got all bleugh about it, y'know?"

With a sigh, she pointed her camera to the two different paths she could take. "Oh, look! A metaphor in the narrative- I mean... a fork in the road."

"So do I take the high road, literally, and forget about it? Or continue on the path I'm on and keep ranting about my stupid-dumb life. I guess since this isn't live- the choice is up to me."

She pondered before deciding to continue on continuing down the path on the ground. With a quick quip, she began walking down the path . Her guilt eating away at her, she finally decided to speak up on it.