The day had gone by really fast and soon Julia found herself sitting by the large window in the living room of their small apartment. The digital clock on the glass table read 12:34am and Angel had fallen asleep long ago, Julia however took this time to snuggle up with a warm cup of coffee and her laptop. Julia had wanted to write something for so long now but it felt as if there was absolutely nothing interesting for Julia to write about and the empty word document staring back at her infuriated her very much.
Nothing interesting ever happened and the townspeople were basically living corpses; dead and boring. Gossip was something they enjoyed but even then some of the rumours they spread were ridiculous and exaggerated way beyond belief. One topic in certain however was circling Julia's mind and even though she longed to be able to write about it, to write about him she knew she wouldn't stop thinking about it-him and it would only haunt her day and night.
Rubbing her hand across her face she let out a frustrated sigh, why was this so hard? It had never been as difficult as this to write about something before so why was she having a hard time today? Writing came naturally to Julia and she treasured the words that formed to create beautiful and passionate forms of art.
Her hands ached to float over the keyboard and to create a piece of writing that she’ll probably hate but keep nonetheless. Julia felt agitated but the atmosphere was cold and the rain falling outside did much to calm Julia’s nerves.
Would he be there tomorrow?
Her thoughts overwhelmed her and without realising she typed the date in the right hand corner of the word document and began typing;
When something seems out of the ordinary and awfully dangerous, we should stay away. We should stay away and refrain from doing anything that may bring harm to ourselves or those around us. But what if that something – or someone was dangerous but beautiful at the same time? Having seen this mysterious man who could very well be a threat hidden behind a dark hood, it makes me wonder what his eyes look like, are they blue? Green? Brown? Grey? Or some colour completely unique and like nothing I’ve seen before? And what about his hair – is it long? Short? Black? Brown? Curly? Messy? And why was he here? I’ve never seen him before and it makes me think that this town may not be as boring as I originally thought. There could be so many things, just like the man I have never noticed before and it makes me so much more aware of my surroundings.
But the odd thing is that this man makes me want to find out more about him. He, in the hour he was at the café made me feel safe and vulnerable at the same time, and it scares me because this is not normal.
This isn’t normal. I should stay away but he makes my mind wonder and my heart race and I hate it. But the image of him in my mind ignites more questions, and none of them are the least bit positive. Could he be the he everyone is so afraid of? Was he the man the injured girl at the café was talking about? It would make sense, the townspeople claim that there is something in the forest and then that girl – she claimed to have been hunted by a male and the leaves in her hair alongside the mud on her shoes did little to deny this suspicion that I have now. The man, he also smelled of wood and rain? No. just because there is someone new in town and even though he may look suspicious I can’t jump to conclusions. I will not jump to conclusions, in fact I’ll investigate this matter myself until I find the correct answers to my questions. Let’s just hope he will be there tomorrow.
This is litrally a filler chapter but the next chapter's going to be better // Bentley on the side though *insert heart eyes emoji*
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Hài hướcHe was fractured beyond repair and yet he presented himself as a piece of art that many failed to understand. No one knew his story or even his real name, they recognised him as a shadow that roamed the streets at night causing havoc and distress. B...
