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[a-halo-for-you]

I See You (Writing Chain Game 1#)

The waters of Venice murkily reflected the waning moon above and the silver light shyly peeked around the rooftops of the overshadowing buildings. Music drifted through the air and tourists paced the thin pathways of cobblestone and slate, carefully navigating their way through the mazes of gothic architecture and carefully adapted restaurants and pubs. 

Boats drift through the rivers of the city, the boatmen attuned to the waterways and currents that drifted between the sharp standing buildings which were cracked and dusty with age. They were aged like fine wine, comforting and beautiful with the warm glow of lights squinting out from closed windows and flower baskets hanging from the window sills. Balcony doors were left open to some buildings, the smell of family meals being cooked wafted out and caught the breeze. Couples sat in little wicker chairs, cigarettes in hand and bottles of beer at their bare feet, condensation dribbling down the sides and pooling into the floor as they overlooked the passersby. 

Venice was a land of idyllic sunsets and mysterious nights, with music and food and plenty of places to be lost and never found. A place for one to run away and sink into the nostalgia of their yesterday, a time before their path came quickly to a stop and all roads lead to here. 

Liam Hertz sat patiently in the seat of a gondola, watching as the ferryman's paddle dipped in and out of the water. Droplets glistened in the air before rejoining the waterways and his glasses caught the warmth of the lamps that lit the way through the gloomy river. He shifted slightly in his seat and glanced at the time on his watch, it had a brown leather strap and large face that his wife, Kara, bought for him only last year on their anniversary. 

They were supposed to have made this trip together, it was their annual escape to the very place they first met, the place they married and the place they spent their honeymoon and every anniversary after. He could remember exactly how she had dressed, brown hair tied back with a little blue scarf and a white blouse, she was tanned from her tour around europe and her eyes were as blue as the sky, the first thing he noticed and the first thing he fell in love with about her. 

She had sat at a table across from him, surrounded with her friends who laughed under the warm glow of the restaurant lights. Her glasses were pushed back on her head as she drank and ate a carefully crafted red wine and some type of seafood carbonara. 

“Oh wow, you two have to try this,” She had said, quickly forking some strands onto each of their plates, much to her friends bemused smiles. 

She was bright and kind and her laughter though softer than the squawk of her friends, was endearing in how she hid behind her hands, a delighted shade of pink blushing her cheeks that the longer Liam had stared, the redder his face had gotten too. He could remember how his brother, Tom, had punched him in the arm jovially after noticing and Liam had scowled embarrassed for being caught ogling at someone he did not know, and rubbed his sore arm with a pitiful excuse, ‘I was reading the menu behind her head, that’s all.”

His brother rather than responding had simply smiled, but with enough mischievous menace that he resembled the cheshire cat. 

“No.”

“What? I didn’t say anything,” Tom had kept smiling and Liam had not been amused.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Liam’s hand reached for the knife that had previously been for his steak. 

Tom shrugged with too much innocence in his eyes, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”  

“Oh really,” Liam had to hold back his eye roll. 

The course of the evening had ended with a literal shove from Tom sending Liam to trip right next to Kara who applied a plaster to his cut knee and slipped her phone number into his pocket before they parted ways only to meet for breakfast the next day and the day after that and the day after that. 

Liam couldn’t help but wonder how it had gotten all wrong.

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The Chain begins! I've begun part one so go ahead and write the next parts however you like. Essentially try to keep the same info like characters and setting in tact for the scope of the story but most importantly lets have fun!

@nebulaqueen42

@queryingquerith

[nebulaqueen42]

I see you Pt II

Liam looked around him, again, as if to make sure she truly wasn't anywhere in the area. The moonlight shone so peacefully with the background music, the breeze, and the soft paddles of the boat rowing down the water setting him back into a time when he and his wife used to do late night dances, sometimes dancing in the comfort of their own home, sometimes out at parties their friends hosted, but his favorites were when he was alone with her, slow dancing to their favorite songs. Kara would giggle at how much of a sap Liam would behave towards her, and Liam would stare at Kara lovingly as they would talk about their plans for tomorrow, or future trips, or just their future in general. Oh, how Liam misses those nights, and tonight, just like the moon, Liam’s heart felt like to be incomplete now that she’s no longer here.

There was this one replaying memory that wouldn’t leave him be. No matter how many times he tried to push it away, it still haunted him every time she passed his thoughts. And it would hurt him, constantly hurt him, never letting him be, never letting him take a break. At this point, he feels at fault, even though it was unexpected. He didn’t see it coming, and neither did Klara. . .

He remembered how tense the situation was. The bleeding, the crying, the screaming and yelling. So much noise, so much drama. It all happened so fast, whenever he looked back on it now, he realized it was all a blur for him. And it all leads up to the now, the promised location of their fifth anniversary. They had plans, seeing some restaurants, some cafes, some old friends, something about a secret that they were supposed to uncover a while back, but with the new circumstances, plans have been constantly pushed back. They didn't foresee this, especially Liam, and he knows how excited Klara was to be doing this. He thought it was just a scavenger hunt to celebrate them and their friends’ achievements or something, but Klara made it seem like there was more to it. Something deeper, and now, it seems like they'll have to do this without the love of his life with them.

When Liam heard sounds of talking and giggling, he looked over to see a group of friends laughing and talking among themselves. At first glance, it looked like Klara in the group just as he first saw her, with her brown hair tied back with her little blue scarf and white blouse. Except someone else was intertwining their hand with hers, killing the illusion and resetting reality for the poor man. He sighed once again as he leaned back on the boat. The thoughts and memories of his wife resurfacing all at once; the way she smiled, the way she giggled, the way she kissed him with her soft glossy lips, the way she hugged him, the way she felt in his embrace, the way she looked at him with love and admiration, but most importantly, the way she loved and cared for him were what made her all the more special to him. And being back at the very place they first met, he could feel his heart sting in pain, or maybe it was his eyes as he felt all of his emotions come all at once for the first time in months.

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Thanks for starting it! Hope the length of my portion is good, I was having trouble adding more to what I had in mind, but I had fun regardless!

@queryingquerith

@a-halo-for-you

I See You (Writing Chain Game 1#)

The waters of Venice murkily reflected the waning moon above and the silver light shyly peeked around the rooftops of the overshadowing buildings. Music drifted through the air and tourists paced the thin pathways of cobblestone and slate, carefully navigating their way through the mazes of gothic architecture and carefully adapted restaurants and pubs. 

Boats drift through the rivers of the city, the boatmen attuned to the waterways and currents that drifted between the sharp standing buildings which were cracked and dusty with age. They were aged like fine wine, comforting and beautiful with the warm glow of lights squinting out from closed windows and flower baskets hanging from the window sills. Balcony doors were left open to some buildings, the smell of family meals being cooked wafted out and caught the breeze. Couples sat in little wicker chairs, cigarettes in hand and bottles of beer at their bare feet, condensation dribbling down the sides and pooling into the floor as they overlooked the passersby. 

Venice was a land of idyllic sunsets and mysterious nights, with music and food and plenty of places to be lost and never found. A place for one to run away and sink into the nostalgia of their yesterday, a time before their path came quickly to a stop and all roads lead to here. 

Liam Hertz sat patiently in the seat of a gondola, watching as the ferryman's paddle dipped in and out of the water. Droplets glistened in the air before rejoining the waterways and his glasses caught the warmth of the lamps that lit the way through the gloomy river. He shifted slightly in his seat and glanced at the time on his watch, it had a brown leather strap and large face that his wife, Kara, bought for him only last year on their anniversary. 

They were supposed to have made this trip together, it was their annual escape to the very place they first met, the place they married and the place they spent their honeymoon and every anniversary after. He could remember exactly how she had dressed, brown hair tied back with a little blue scarf and a white blouse, she was tanned from her tour around europe and her eyes were as blue as the sky, the first thing he noticed and the first thing he fell in love with about her. 

She had sat at a table across from him, surrounded with her friends who laughed under the warm glow of the restaurant lights. Her glasses were pushed back on her head as she drank and ate a carefully crafted red wine and some type of seafood carbonara. 

“Oh wow, you two have to try this,” She had said, quickly forking some strands onto each of their plates, much to her friends bemused smiles. 

She was bright and kind and her laughter though softer than the squawk of her friends, was endearing in how she hid behind her hands, a delighted shade of pink blushing her cheeks that the longer Liam had stared, the redder his face had gotten too. He could remember how his brother, Tom, had punched him in the arm jovially after noticing and Liam had scowled embarrassed for being caught ogling at someone he did not know, and rubbed his sore arm with a pitiful excuse, ‘I was reading the menu behind her head, that’s all.”

His brother rather than responding had simply smiled, but with enough mischievous menace that he resembled the cheshire cat. 

“No.”

“What? I didn’t say anything,” Tom had kept smiling and Liam had not been amused.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Liam’s hand reached for the knife that had previously been for his steak. 

Tom shrugged with too much innocence in his eyes, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”  

“Oh really,” Liam had to hold back his eye roll. 

The course of the evening had ended with a literal shove from Tom sending Liam to trip right next to Kara who applied a plaster to his cut knee and slipped her phone number into his pocket before they parted ways only to meet for breakfast the next day and the day after that and the day after that. 

Liam couldn’t help but wonder how it had gotten all wrong.

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The Chain begins! I've begun part one so go ahead and write the next parts however you like. Essentially try to keep the same info like characters and setting in tact for the scope of the story but most importantly lets have fun!

@nebulaqueen42

@queryingquerith