Day One-Hundred Two: Perfect Stranger by Magnetic Man & Katy B

There was something about him. I can't pinpoint it exactly, but it was there.

I didn't have to turn around to feel him there. He stuck out in a sea of people. It was like I just had to meet him.

I drifted closer and closer until we eased into a conversation. Our fingertips met briefly—and I couldn't even remember why—and the energy made me feel a bit lightheaded. I considered myself to be atheist, or at least agnostic, so I couldn't quite figure it out. Originally, I never believed in fate. But I felt like this was supposed to happen.

And at the end of the night, I wasn't ready to let him go. I could listen to his mellifluous voice all day and all night.

We walked outside of the club, where it was quieter, and had a cigarette.

"I need to show you this place," he said softly after some meaningless words were exchanged.

I nodded without hesitation.

After about a fifteen minute walk with some more generally meaningless words, we got to this brick building. It looked like an apartment building. It was about four or five stories high. I got nervous as we walked over. But he took my hand and led me to the alleyway. I immediately felt some sense of relief.

He let go of my hand to get the ladder for the fire escape. He began to walk up it. When he reached the second story, he looked down at me.

"Are you coming, or what?"

With a minute of hesitation, I decided to follow him up.

We walked up to the final floor and onto this tiny balcony. "Is this your apartment?" I inquired as I saw him get a key for the doors. I felt some nervousness in the pit of my stomach.

"Sort of."

A moment later, he opened the doors and allowed me in. I was amused by what was inside and it was almost beautiful—in a very unique and old-fashioned sort of way. The walls looked aged and there were even some cracks in the walls. There was a small couch, a coffee table, and a desk in the main living area. It was perfectly simplistic and small.

"What is this?" I asked.

"This is where I hang out. It's not my apartment, but since I helped design the place and this particular apartment is deteriorating quickly, the owner lets me use it. As an office, I guess," he explained.

I was completely amused by that answer. It made me realize that he was definitely different. I guess it was just that…he saw things differently. For anyone else, it would've been a total waste of space.

I'd never seen anything like this apartment and I was sure I had never met anyone like him.

Fortunately, we didn't end up doing anything. We just sat and talked for a few hours. About what, I can never say to anyone. I felt so comfortable with telling him my secrets and hearing his, though we barely knew each other for more than five or six hours. There was some sort of unsaid promise that nothing would leave that small room. I was okay with that. I was relieved, even.

I left with this great feeling of liberation. It surpassed simple freedom to just feeling…blank, in a good way. It was like I was a chalkboard someone had just cleaned with water after years and years of being only cleaned with erasers.

This was a new start. Maybe not for the both of us as one unit, but maybe just for me. And I was okay with that. Maybe all he'd ever be was that perfect stranger.

Sarah: I'm only asking because the show I'm writing features a character with anaemia and her anaemia is kind of like a central plot point in one episode. It's kind of like an alternate version of PLL, but has five girls and the girl who goes missing is actually dead, not fake-dead and stuff...and there's no A stalking them (well, there is a stalker, but they don't send creepy messages like A) and other shite like that.

AussieMizzie: Cleisiophobia- fear of being locked in small spaces; agoraphobia- fear of wide open spaces; acarophobia- fear of itching and bugs that cause itching; achulophobia- darkness; agateophobia- insanity; agliophobia- pain; aichmophobia- pointy objects/needles (long story about this); autophobia- being alone; gelotophobia- being laughed at; merinthophobia- being tied up; taphophobia- being buried alive. I'm actually extremely achulophobic; I get really, really scared when I'm in a very dark room or inside a room at night. It freaks me out. I can't even go to sleep without the TV or something being on. It's kind of embarrassing to admit, but I blame...someone...I can't say. I feel weird saying this (but I guess not really oops) but I kind of wanted Ezra to die. I had heard this thing that Shana was really A and there was no more A and I cannot even describe how angry that makes me. Thanks for the review and the pennies for thought :)

Tired, tired, tired and SO DONE with everyone. THANK GOD my last official day of school was today and I am done with that for 2 1/2 months like THANK THE LORD AND HIS MIRACLES because I am done.

The next one-shot is Speechless by Lady Gaga. It's decent...I think. -Kayson