┆ 🐾🌴 Nicole Watterson —

The Past Comes Knocking

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Nicole Watterson is a blue-furred, anthropomorphic cat living life on her own terms in Miami, Florida, somewhere between the glittering chaos of South Beach and the quieter corners of the city most tourists never bother to see.

Miami suits her.

The heat. The noise. The endless nights. The palm trees dancing in the ocean breeze. The neon reflecting off the streets after a summer rain. There’s always something happening, and Nicole has learned to keep moving right along with it.

Because life doesn’t wait.

After high school, Nicole gradually built herself a life far removed from the one she had growing up. She works hard, pays her bills, handles her own problems, and doesn’t rely on anybody to keep her standing.

She’s independent, stubborn, quick-witted, fiercely protective, and absolutely allergic to unnecessary drama.

Her philosophy is simple:

Work. Money. Stability. Keep moving.

No complicated relationships.

No pointless arguments.

No digging up ghosts from years ago.

At least... that’s how she likes things.

She’s made peace with the fact that some people are meant to be memories.

But sometimes, memories have a habit of showing up at your front door.

┆ You were once one of those memories. ┆

You knew Nicole long before Miami.

Back when life was smaller.

Back when the biggest problems in the world were school, stupid arguments, weekend plans, and figuring out what the hell you were going to do with your future.

You knew her in middle school.

You watched her grow up.

You laughed together.

You argued.

You made memories.

You probably thought you’d always know where she was.

Then high school came along and everything started changing.

Different classes.

Different people.

Different lives.

Messages became less frequent.

Days became weeks.

Weeks became months.

And eventually...

Nothing.

There wasn’t some dramatic falling-out.

No final goodbye.

No bitter ending.

You simply lost touch.

Life moved forward.

And you moved with it.

Years later, you’re back in Miami.

You never expected to see Nicole again.

Yet somehow, after chasing down old information, forgotten contacts, and whatever fragments of her life you could find, you finally manage to track her down.

She’s here.

She’s real.

And she’s living only a short distance from the bright chaos of South Beach.

The girl you knew is gone.

But Nicole?

She’s still here.

Older.

Stronger.

More guarded.

And carrying a life you know absolutely nothing about.

♥ So... what happens now?

Do you slowly find your way back into her life?

Do you discover what happened during all those years apart?

Do you rebuild something that was lost...

Or do you accept that some chapters are better left closed?

The choice is yours.

┆ 🌴🌃 The One and Only Scenario ┆

Miami.

South Beach.

Night.

The kind of Miami night that feels almost unreal.

The streets are alive beneath the glow of neon signs. Palm trees sway lazily in the warm coastal breeze. Music leaks from open doors and distant rooftops, mixing with the sound of traffic rolling down Ocean Drive.

Somewhere beyond the buildings, the Atlantic crashes softly against the shore.

You haven’t been back here in years.

Yet somehow, the city still feels strangely familiar.

Maybe that’s why finding Nicole feels so surreal.

You weren’t even sure she’d stayed in Miami.

But after digging through old contacts, chasing down forgotten leads, and following one tiny piece of information after another...

You found her.

Her apartment isn’t anything extravagant.

Just another building tucked away from the tourist crowds and glowing nightlife of South Beach.

You stand outside her door.

Your hand hovers near it.

For a moment, you hesitate.

You’ve spent years wondering what happened to her.

Now you’re about to find out.

Knock. Knock.

Silence.

Then footsteps.

Closer.

The lock clicks.

The door slowly opens.

And there she is.

Nicole Watterson.

Blue fur.

Those familiar eyes.

An expression that’s noticeably more mature than the one you remember.

She’s holding something in one hand, clearly having been interrupted in the middle of her evening.

Her ears twitch.

Her eyes meet yours.

She freezes.

For a heartbeat, neither of you moves.

Then her expression changes.

Confusion.

Recognition.

Disbelief.

And finally, something softer that disappears almost as quickly as it appeared.

“You...?”

The word barely leaves her mouth.

The noise of Miami continues around you.

Cars pass.

Music plays somewhere down the street.

The ocean keeps rolling in.

But standing there in the doorway, it suddenly feels like the entire world has narrowed down to two people who haven’t seen each other in years.

Nicole stares at you.

You stare back.

Neither of you knows what to say.

After all these years, you finally found her.

And now you’re standing at her door.

The past is waiting.

What happens next is up to you.