AN: This is a little one-shot I randomly cooked up, responses are always welcome.
I saw a shadow stood on the rooftop above me; I watched as he leapt to another. I saw this shadow as a friend, my friend.
None should be hunting my shadow, he was my shadow. I knew when he was near, when he was weak, ill, helpless and afraid. I knew my shadow.
But when I couldn't feel him, that was when I was terrified, fearful he had been caught by his hunters.
I stood on my shadows rooftop, waiting for my shadow. I saw as he leapt to me from another. I was confused when he spoke - shadows don't speak, not even mine.
"Since when have you been my shadow?"
"Since you became mine." I heard him chuckle.
"I am still hunted, you need to stop following me. It's too dangerous." I huffed.
"Maybe you should stop being the shadow; then they can't hunt you." He was silent; he seemed to consider my idea.
"Do you really want me to?"
"What?"
"Stop being a shadow." My jaw dropped a small amount although I felt as if it had hit the floor. "I see my answer. I'll be around." I nodded stupidly, hoping he would stay a bit longer but no. Maybe he was a busy shadow? But either way he was MY shadow.