I ran through the forest, tears blurring my eyes. It was dark, before dawn, and the trees seemed to watch my progress. I didn't trip, because I had done this so many times before. I ran straight on my trail, one that used to be the deers', but then I took it over with my constantly being here. I knew every root, rock, and stump that might get in my way, and nimbly dodged them all. I was almost to my clearing, the one I always went to, when I ran into something very solid.
That wasn't supposed to be there. It never had before.
I forced myself to stop the flow of tears and looked up at what had stopped me. Standing there was a person. The person, one who I came to know as Ryan Hayes, was tall. Like, really tall. Six feet tall. He was built willowy; skinny but strong. He had longish black hair that hung in straight, thick locks all around his face, and eyes that reminded me of the sea right after a storm: a steely grayish aqua. He wore a grey blue t-shirt and jeans.
Of course, I didn't care. I was in pain, and this guy had the nerve to get all up in MY forest. Okay, so it wasn't really my forest. But no one else ever came in here. That's why I came here. So I could be alone. And now this guy was here, in my forest, and I hated it! And I told him so.
He listened as I yelled, a playfully amused expression on his face, which made me infuriated. Did he not care?
I finished, and we looked at each other for a while, then he stepped toward me.
"You sound like you're pretty upset-"
"Damn right!"
"So why don't we sit down and you can tell me about it."
"Why should I trust you?" I asked, dubious.
"Why not?" He replied, as if he had already won. I guess he sort of had.
I led him to the only tree in the clearing, and started to scale it. When I had reached my favorite branch, I looked down for him, but he wasn't there.
"I knew it." I mumbled, sure he had left me.
"Knew what?" Came a mischievous voice from above me. I looked up and found those sea green eyes looking down at me. "I couldn't just leave someone as pretty as you.
"So, tell me what's wrong. Why were you so sad?"
I didn't mean to go into details, but ended up telling him everything: the divorce, my recent breakup, my failures, even my disloyal best friend. I don't know what it was about him, but he just let me talk, so I did. When I finished, my voice was hoarse, and the sun had risen high in the sky.