The New Beginning
I could sense it. Her. A girl, waiting. Waiting for me to make any sound or movement. I controlled myself; I could have lost it. I hate it when people stare. Do they not know that it's rude? I stood still. I turned to face the girl, catching her eye as I did, she was pale. She looked sickly but full of life at the same time. She was beautiful. Perfect, is a better word. So perfect she seemed... unreal. She was staring at me now, hard. Powerfully, her gaze dug deep into my face. She was sitting alone on the park bench. Still as a flower, only the slightest movement caused by the winter's breeze. I examined her long black hair and her facial features. She was about my age, sixteen; or maybe a bit older. We both stayed there, glued to each other's faces. It was magical.