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"You came back for me…" Emerson whispers, full of wonder He cups my face with infinite tenderness, a look of sheer amazement in his eyes "I can’t believe you came back for ain, but suddenly, there’s a deafening crack, and a shot of lightening splinters fro one of the trees in the yard

"Get back!" E us back The tree sounds a creak, and then falls, sla

I clutch him in panic

"Into the house!" Emerson orders

"The storm cellar!" I yell "This way, come on!"

"But your photos…" E in the wind around us, confetti in the storrab his hand and pull hi back across the yard and over to the cellar door It’s rusted and old, but E and sla us into dark

He bolts it shut, breathing heavily "Your grandpa built it pretty solid We should be safe here until the storht switch on the wall, but when I flip it, nothing happens "Nobody’s been down here in years," I say "Wait, there should be a flashlight and supplies down here soht the roolow I look around There’s a narrow futon in the corner, and sooods stacked beside a truck I open it, and find candles and matches inside, with an old woolen blanket I throw the blanket over the futon, and light the candles, bathing the roorins, and in the candlelight, I see his eyes on er

"What were you even doing out there?" I deerous it was for E about it The lightening, the tree… To have co reunited, only to have him torn away! "You could have been hurt, or worse…!"

"Your photographs," he answers "I kno much they mean to you I didn’t want you to lose them"

"I don’t care about the photos, I can print new ones!" I cry, "I can’t find another you!"