THE BEACH HOUSE
An AU MC FF that is loosely based on the movie The Lake House
When fate is involved, can Emma and Killian change their destiny so their love transcends time and space to give them their happy ending?
Word Count ~8800 Rating - T+
sure how long she stood there hoping, praying and wishing for the flag to go
down. She knew the chances of changing
fate were slim but she also knew she had to try. Her heart was breaking as she reflected over
how many times she had thought of him over the past year and wondering if there
was something they could have done differently so they were in the same place
at the same time. But they hadn’t. They
had waited for the right time and place instead of learning from the mistakes
made by his parents, that even though married and with children, their time to
be together never came. Emma wanted to believe she was the Anne to Killian’s Frederick
Wentworth from Persuasion, but hopes
and wishes can’t keep you warm at night.
Feeling numb, she bowed her head, covered her face with both hands and sank down onto her knees. It was February and the weather felt cool, especially this close to the ocean. A steady breeze blew but since she was on the bluff it wasn’t too strong. Eventually she felt the cold seeping into the knees of her slacks as she had been kneeling there a while hoping to see the flag go down. Hoping that she hadn’t been too late, that he had gotten her letter and hadn’t gone to Bayside on that fateful day. Looking up she saw that the flag was still up, the letter was still there.
Emma wanted to scream and to cry. She felt the need to
question fate, God and whoever else people believed controlled the
universe. She knew she was trying to change the way things had been, but
could that be the reason why they had been given this opportunity? To change
his fate so he wasn’t in an accident.
So he hadn’t died. To allow them to meet so he could capture her
heart and teach her to dream. To teach her that life didn’t need to be so
serious but that life was often made up of mysteries that required belief. To allow them to be each other’s family, each
Standing slowly, she made her way to the beach path. It was overrun with branches and sea grass but she didn’t care. Pushing aside the long strands of grass, she stepped over and around and made her way down to the beach. As she moved toward the water, and the sound of the waves surrounded her, she pulled her hair up in a messy ponytail, and turned to walk down the beach. Away from the house that seemed to have magic. That had somehow been instrumental in bringing her letter to Killian on that day, so many years ago. Could fate be so cruel? Would fate be so cruel?