The sirens don't go off. Lachlan and I are curled up on the couch in the basement. The storm makes too much noise for us to speak. But then everything becomes still. I hear Lachy's heart beating. And then it hits me.
The tornado is here. This is the calm before the storm.
A trainlike noise grows with intensity. The very ground shakes as everything gets louder and louder and louder. I hear the creaking as my house is lifted from it's foundation. I see support beams scatter about. I am in awe. I am paralyzed in fear. An immobilizing fear that keeps me from moving as a beam falls directly onto me...
I awaken in a dark place. I raise my hand up but I cannot see it. A wave of panic roars through me. I turn around to be met with a sihlouette of a man. A blue light flickers behind him. I am not sure who he is, but his presence is comforting. He steps closer to me until I can feel the warmth of his body radiating toward me. I realize how cold I am and shiver. The mysterious shadow of a man wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. His embrace is soothing. He smells a bit tangy, a hint of gentle cologne. We stay this way for some time. I sigh and think about Lachlan. Lachlan, who I last saw as my house was leveled by a giant tornado. I open my eyes and feel an all to familiar sensation. I'm falling. Down, down, down into nothingness. I realize I must be dreaming. I pinch myself hard, praying that I'll wake to see Lachlan in my arms again. I begin to open my eyes and hear a faint beep in the distance.
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From The Dust: A TBNRduty Fanfiction
FanfictionEveryone falls in love. But it can be hard. Especially when you thought you were straight. Preston and Lachlan are in love. But how will they handle things when disaster strikes? Can they stay together? Or will somebody else fall?
