I had heard the news caster call her Dusk. What a mysterious name.
The girl stops dead in her tracts. Not good.
"Who's there?" The girl's voice is monotone, not giving any clue to her feelings. Strange.
I come down from the safety of the tree, staying calm. "I'm not here to hurt you" I say, not wanting her to leave.
"It's not like you could" She says under her breath. "How long have you been following me?" she asks, agitated.
"Who said I was following you? I'm just takin' a walk" I lie. "I come here a lot."
"Sure" she says sarcastically. She turns around and looks at me. "Do I know you?"
I may know her, but I don't think she knows me…"I don't think so" I answer "Why?"
She shakes her head, as if coming out of a trance. "No reason." She seems preoccupied.
I realize that I need to back off a little, and walk away.
