[rift] a proposal
[Forward-dated to the morning of March 31, because Dan is impatient. Hush. :|]
It's been a year.
A year since Charlotte died, a year since he fell through the Rift, a year since he came undone and found himself, stitched up, in the form of a man with a bizarre new power in a bizarre new world.
365 days.
There were days when he thought he was going crazy, days when he wished he could go home, days when he pined for Charlotte, days when he felt regret and guilt over everything he unintentionally abandoned, days when he was terrified, days when he thought he was going to die.
But among all those bad days, there were good days. He made friends. He accomplished things, helped people, and even went so far as to protect some of them. He changed for the better, even in the face of things like death raining from above, and though he was literally a universe away from his home, he found himself. The Daniel Faraday he always wanted to be but couldn't, because so much was holding him back. He found freedom.
He also found Winny.
There's something he's been meaning to ask her for months, but he hasn't figured out how to do it.
Proposals are such serious business.
After consulting numerous sources for ideas, he ultimately decides that he should just ask. It'd be silly, he thinks, to go to great lengths and plan something big and fancy and whatnot should she say no. He's not built to handle such high levels of embarrassment.
Winny- His handwriting is neat in spite of his anxiety. He sits for a moment, staring down at his journal, pen hovering over the page. Then: Are you in your room?
It's been a year.
A year since Charlotte died, a year since he fell through the Rift, a year since he came undone and found himself, stitched up, in the form of a man with a bizarre new power in a bizarre new world.
365 days.
There were days when he thought he was going crazy, days when he wished he could go home, days when he pined for Charlotte, days when he felt regret and guilt over everything he unintentionally abandoned, days when he was terrified, days when he thought he was going to die.
But among all those bad days, there were good days. He made friends. He accomplished things, helped people, and even went so far as to protect some of them. He changed for the better, even in the face of things like death raining from above, and though he was literally a universe away from his home, he found himself. The Daniel Faraday he always wanted to be but couldn't, because so much was holding him back. He found freedom.
He also found Winny.
There's something he's been meaning to ask her for months, but he hasn't figured out how to do it.
Proposals are such serious business.
After consulting numerous sources for ideas, he ultimately decides that he should just ask. It'd be silly, he thinks, to go to great lengths and plan something big and fancy and whatnot should she say no. He's not built to handle such high levels of embarrassment.
Winny- His handwriting is neat in spite of his anxiety. He sits for a moment, staring down at his journal, pen hovering over the page. Then: Are you in your room?