The sun had long since fallen.
Replaced by the glowing moon.
Weaving its starry crescendo across
the deep black velvet sky.
I followed Charlie with a steadfast
determination fueled by my own curiosity.
Perilous I know, but I couldn’t help
but feel this twisted need.
Want? Lust?
Love?
I barely knew this guy, yet I already
felt so fucking entangled in his presence that I fear the moment our little
outing ends and he disappears again.
“Almost there.” His voice breaks
through my thoughts and drags me back to reality.
I blink my eyes.
Half alive trees speckled the world
around us, while the dusty dead grass entombed the ground below. We were
following a worn dirt road, heavily imprinted with the many footprints of an
unknown amount of people.
Up ahead I saw many glowing orange
lights, while within my ears I heard the rising volume of many voices.
My curiosity was peaking.
Yet I was starting to freak out.
I found myself staying close behind
Charlie; too stubborn to voice my discomfort; yet too frightened to even act
brave.
And as we steadily approached a
mystery, I could practically feel the emotion permeating in the air like a
thick sheet.
Each step closer causing shivers of
anticipation to quickly flutter up my spine.
Suddenly, as we both slip through a couple
prickly bushes, my eyes were set afire with people, smoke and laughter.
A quick glance at Charlie revealed
that slick smirk that I’ve come to expect him to wear.
And then he spoke.
“Welcome to the Shallows, Freak.”
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