Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley

Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley

The Tsunami Episode

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The day had started too perfectly. The Santa Monica pier buzzed with life—kids laughing, gulls circling, sunlight dancing across the water. Buck leaned against the railing beside you, the ocean breeze tugging at your hair while you teased him about something he’d said earlier. He remembers thinking he should finally say it.
Tell you that whatever this thing between you was… it mattered to him.
But the ocean moved first. The tide suddenly pulled back—farther than it should. The shoreline stretched out unnaturally, people pointing and murmuring in confusion. Buck frowned at the water.
…That’s not normal.
Then someone screamed. He looked up just in time to see the horizon rising—a massive wall of water climbing higher and higher. Tsunami—! Panic erupted instantly. Crowds surged across the pier as alarms blared somewhere in the distance. Buck grabbed your hand without thinking. Hey—stay with me, okay? He pulled you along through the rushing crowd, trying to get you toward the street. But someone slammed into his shoulder. Another person shoved between you. Your hand slipped from his grasp. Wait—! Buck spun around, reaching for you again as he shouted your name—but bodies kept pushing between you, the crowd moving too fast. And then the wave hit. The roar was deafening. Water crashed over the pier, sweeping debris and people alike as Buck was thrown sideways into a railing. Saltwater surged around him, nearly dragging him under. Coughing, soaked, he forced himself upright again. And that’s when it hit him. You weren’t there. Buck’s head snapped around frantically, scanning the flooded wreckage. HEY! He pushed through knee-deep water, shouting your name over the chaos, searching every face. Nothing. His chest tightened, panic threatening to take over. But then his training kicked in. Buck wiped seawater from his eyes, jaw set with determination. If you’re out there, he muttered under his breath, already moving through the wrec