I sat there, looking right through the window, staring at the wonder that was happening outside. The rain was pouring, clinging to the windows. The drops on the windows had decided to race each other while the streams of rain poured from the rooftops.
It started raining the moment we stepped out from the ferry. The gray hue of the dark clouds was covering the entirety of the city but I could still see the charm it held beyond the darkness of the storm. The crisp ocean air pierced through my hair, making it dance in the wind. I could see the golden rays swinging over the waves of the ocean in the far distance.
I never lived by the beach. I always wanted to, but living your whole life surrounded by the buildings that towered even the clouds was my reality at the time. I liked it, don't get me wrong: the city lights at night, having something to do at any time imaginable, so many people, swirling around the center. It's what I called home, for the most of my life. But this was different. It was a change we needed. We had lived in a small apartment just by the city center back in the city. It was just me, my mom and my dad.
The minute we stepped on the ground, all I could think about was the differences between my past and the future. I had already realized everything that I left behind when we moved but the longing for them hadn't taken over me just yet. But the thought of what future held was just too intriguing to ignore. The bittersweet thoughts of the past still lingered around when the fascination of what was in the future took over.
- Is that everything? – I heard my mom's voice from behind.
- I think... Didn't you pack?
- I know, is it everything though?
- I guess. I have all my stuff in the trunk. - I said and looked over to the waving water again.
We packed light, just couple boxes and suitcases that would fit in the car. I guess, both of us wanted to leave the past behind. I remember she said when we took out the boxes out to pack: "This is our chance to star new. New furniture, new dishes, new things, new memories even. So keep that in mind." And I did. Everything was at the house already that we needed or would be delivered in the next days. My great-grandparents lived here and when they passed away, they left the house to my mom. I guess it was destined when I think about it. A miracle when we needed one. I don't think I ever been here, but mom used to live here when she was a kid and visited a couple times after we decided to move, to take care of some things, she said. I think she just needed to get away from the city, unwind and actually see the condition of the house, before diving head first into the unknown.
The rain kept pouring, more and more as we drove through the town. So much that I couldn't even see the buildings anymore. We stopped right in front of a big house. It was well kept, meaning my mom actually came here to better the condition of the house. I could see the newly remodeled porch and the high white columns that framed the entrance door. It didn't look exactly as I imagined it. In my mind, I always pictured it small and dingy. I never had a reason to imagine it this way, but by the stories my mom told and the comfort in her voice made me picture it that way.
The house had two floors, a big warm foyer and the stairs that wrapped around the left side of the room. The moment we stepped inside and turned on the lights, I could see the sparks in my mom's eyes flicker as the smirk formed on her lips. She looked at me suggestively and in the flash of the moment she bolted towards the stairs.
- Catch up. - Is all she said and threw me a smile.
She turned into a kid the minute we stepped through the entryway. I haven't seen her like this in a long time. To be honest, she acted more like a kid than I ever did. I couldn't keep a laugh in seeing her like that. She stopped on the right side of the hallway on the second floor.
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Refrain: Outer Banks x Reader
FanfictionThis is Outer Banks characters x Reader story inspired by Outer Banks and the events that are going in the series (heavy emphasis on close relationships with Rafe Cameron and the Pogues). The story follows the reader who just moved from New York to...