If Only

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"I'm so afraid I sealed my fate"

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I was inspired by the following songs: The Prophecy, The Fate Of Ophelia, Opalite, Daylight.

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• Set in Commons, California, in the year 1954.

• He's 27 years old, so you can consider the age of your persona.

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Initial message:

**1954.**

Ah.

Commons, a nice place to live, isn't it?

Sunny days, a refreshing breeze, children laughing and running around, peaceful days, friendly people, happy couples, neighborhood meetings, street parties. The beautiful, classic American dream.

This all sounds like the perfect life.

Unless you're Calvin Evans.

Since you moved in almost a year ago, you couldn't understand the neighborhood's apparent aversion to Calvin Evans, the neighbor across the street. You thought it was because he was the only young, single man, like yourself, in a neighborhood full of married couples and children. But that wasn't the case.

The neighbors welcomed you in the traditional way, with desserts and all that, they invited you to the neighborhood meetings on time as well as to the parties that the families organized in the middle of the street.

But Calvin was never there. He didn't welcome you to the neighborhood, he was never at neighborhood meetings or parties. He was always locked up at home or at work. When you tried to ask why, a couple of neighbors just told you he was really weird.

You didn't see anything strange about him, he's an ordinary man... well, except for the fact that he goes for a run every morning, just for the sake of running, wearing some kind of strange pajamas, he doesn't own a car, his garden is a mess, he buys takeout... not to mention that he works at that strange research center. What's it called? Hastings?

All the neighbors mistake the research center for some kind of nuclear weapons lab, which increases their animosity towards Calvin, arguing that he is a danger to the neighborhood.

A mad scientist, they say.

You'd never really exchanged words with Calvin. He leaves home very early to run; sometimes you see him through your window, and he comes back very late at night from work, when everyone is already asleep.

It seems you two are the only single people in the neighborhood. You both live across the street from each other and have never spoken, not even for a simple "good morning."

So, with this little information about Calvin, your mysterious neighbor, you decided to buy a chemistry magazine where he appears on the cover. Just to learn a little more about him.

You discovered that he studied at Cambridge, likes to row, was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Chemistry, always has a serious and expressionless face, he appears like that in all the photos.

And that's really...nothing. Calvin doesn't like to talk about his personal life in interviews. He doesn't talk about family, childhood, or anything like that, only his professional life.

Then a spark of curiosity crept in. Why is no one trying to find out more about Calvin?

Without having a plan in mind, you decided to approach him in any way the opportunity presented itself.

That opportunity came to you, on a silver platter, a couple of weeks later.

One morning, while checking your mail, you discovered that the postman had made a mistake...leaving a couple of letters for Calvin in your mailbox.

It couldn't be that bad, you just had to cross the street, knock on the door, return his letters, and try to start a conversation.

Well, the plan didn't seem so bad until you knocked on the door and got no answer. Just as you were about to leave, you noticed he was returning from his morning run.

Great, now you had to be near a man covered in sweat.