Seplomania

AN: Hey this is the first fanfiction I ever wrote and I´m sorry if some of the parts don´t seem English. That´s because English isn´t my main language. Sooo… please don´t flame too much.

One day in the evening Tintin went out for a walk. It was quiet and just a few street lamps were flickering. It was a cooling night. You could already tell that autumn was coming. Tintin went on... not knowing what time it was. For some reason he had a weird feeling inside of him that evening. He felt a desire that he had to go to the lake near his house. It was almost like an invisible power was pulling him there. Time went by and he thought about things, things he never thought of before. What was he doing? Why would he risk his life for just a stupid story that will be written in some news paper? Was it really worth it?

He was just going on... until he got to the lake. It was dark and the moon reflected in the beautiful water. From the distance it almost looked like the water was black. Tintin had never looked at these small details before. He was always fixated on those stupid stories, missing the little things around him. His life was empty. Sure, he had his friends but it all didn´t seem real. After he was done thinking, he realized something out of the corner of his eye. Tintin wasn´t alone. He quickly turned his head. He saw a shadow on the other side. It was a delicate shadow. It seemed like a girl was with him. Tintin walked over to her. The girl looked beautiful. She had a petite body and short wavy silver-blonde hair. Her skin was so pale. She looked like she was made of porcelain. The girl was naked. She was just slowly going into the water with a blank face. She was just staring at the moon as if she was hypnotized by it. Something didn´t seem right about it. It seemed like she didn´t care if she´d drown. Tintin felt uneasy. He had to do something about it. He quickly got rid of his shoes and ran into the water. He had to safe her. He threw his arms around her a nd pulled her out of the water. She tried to kick him and tried to get free somehow. She screamed and yelled at Tintin. But it was no use. He turned her around yelling at the girl, so she would come to here senses somehow. In a minute or two she was silent. The girl just stared at him with her big brown, almost deer like, eyes. Her face was as pretty as her body. She had rose coloured cheeks and full lips, that seemed as smooth as honey.

„What the hell were you trying to do?" Tintin yelled at the girl.

„I just wanted... I... I don´t know..." she stuttered.

„Were you trying to kill yourself or what?!" Tintin shouted.

„I... I really don´t know" she answered him shamefully with tears streaking down her face.

„What if I hadn´t seen you, what if the police found your corpse instead?" He asked.

„I just wanted to... to get a good sight of the moon..." she explained.

„That would have been worth it? Worth to die?" Tintin asked again.

„No.." The girl mumbled and shaked her head while she stared at the floor.

„And where are your clothes?" Tintin wanted to know.

„I... I don´t know" she looked away.

Tintin took off his sweater and gave it to her. She put it on as fast as possible.

„Do you live with someone?" Tintin needed to know. He couldn´t just take a random girl with him.

She shook her head. Tintin sighed. He couldn´t just leave her all by herself after what she just tried.

He took her with him. He took her by the hand. Tintin thought to himself how naiv he was. Just taking a girl,he just met,with him. „What´s your name, actually? He asked. „Just call me Milou, ok?" Milou answered. „Where are you taking me?" She asked. „I´m taking you home!" Tintin said. The looked at him with a wierd face. „Why should I go home with some stranger? How do I know that you´re not some kind of perverted freak, that´s going to lock me up in his basement?" Milou asked?

Tintin sighed „First of all. My name is Tintin. Second I´m a journalist. Third, do I really look like some kind of `freak, that´s gonna lock you up?"

„What do you want in return?" Milou asked skeptically

„Nothing, just that you have a good rest, get some good food and have a hot shower, I´m just nice, that´s all."

"Okay, if that´s so… I could just say no, am I right?" Milou wanted to know.

"Yeah sure, but…!" Tintin nodded

"Then no! I´m staying!"

"Fine… but I am going to visit you every day!"

"I´m only here at night…"

"here?"

"Yes. I´m always here at the same time and place. But now… I need you to leave… It´s almost morning"

"Well… farewell but I´m going to meet you again! Tomorrow! Should I come at the same time?"

"Could you visit me as soon as the sun goes down and the moon can be seen.."

Tintin accepted it, thinking to himself what a strange girl Milou was. Why wouldn´t she want to see him by daytime. He went home happy, that he didn´t have to write a story about a suicide victim on the next day. Tintin thought about the girl all day. There was something really odd about her and it was his duty to find out what it was. Milou was definitely worth it to write a story about her. Tintin was sure that people would read her story. Maybe he could even fill a page just about her! He was sure pretty sure of himself.