Prologue
"Haa....haa....haa....haa."
I was running. But why? Why was I running? Better yet.....What was I running from? I looked back.
I was so intrigued that I almost stopped. He was wearing dark black skinny jeans and a blood-red shirt, his hair was long enough that it covered his neck, but didn't quite reach his broad shoulders. Wow, he is hot. I returned to looking in front of me just in time to see the wall in front of me. I gave a sharp turn into the alleyway to the side.
What was going on? Why was I running from this extremely hot guy? I looked in front of me to see a wall. I panicked. What was I going to do?
I stopped in front of the wall and turned. He stopped about ten seconds after I did. Then he did something weird. He stretched out his hand.
He didn't stretch out his hand like he was going to grab me, but the opposite. It was like he was willing me to grab it; hoping that I would. I looked into his face and saw his lips twitch upward, curving into a hopeful little smile. For some reason, without thinking, I reached my hand out to reach his. When our hands connected, a sense of familiarity washed over me.
I braced myself when he stepped forward." Who are you?" I asked him. His mouth moved but no sound came out. "What's the matter?" I asked. Then he took both of my hands and was about to talk. But this time, words came out. But then there was another problem: I couldn't understand him.