DESOLATION.

i/i.

𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑡; 𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑦

   "Hello."

   A split second of complete and unwavering silence.

   The boy stands still, mirroring the person's own stillness whilst he searches for something. Something behind the tresses that lays over their face, just a flicker of eyes or a scrunch of eyebrows because for the love of God, there's nothing he could see but a perfectly unsettling grin.

   And he didn't like that.

   It's a second beat of mistake—he couldn't move, his fingers lay numb and if he so much twitches, the flashlight within his grasp will fall down below the wooden floorboards and possibly break. 

   How? 

   He didn't hear a single thing. There were no indication of a presence that wasn't of his own. How is that possible? He's always been keen with his hearing—how could someone be that silent? 

   The blood continue rushing in his ears, and it was only when they put a hand up did he finally manage to gain control of his hands. In accordance to their movement, he pulls out his gun—pointed straight at their head. He remained stoic, but apprehensiveness and anger at himself is boiling within his stomach. 

   Surprise flashes in his green eyes for a moment when the person just holds a palm up, as if to stop him. Their grin turns into a small smile, and it was only then that he realizes they hold nothing within their hands, but a single stem of a white daisy. It was then a fear flickers inside him—it was a small instance amongst a few, but it lingers the longest.

   It wasn't the fear of dying, nor the fear of possibly getting hurt; but the fear of the unknown. The unpredictable. The realization that this person resembles that of a mystery, because why are they just holding a single fucking stem of a daisy? In the middle of an abandoned, dusty cabin, wearing nothing but a dirty dress and bare footed?

   "What."

   It's an automatic response. He watches as they move their raised palm side to side; waving.

   "I'm sorry for scaring you, it wasn't my intention." 

   A soft voice; dulcet and gentle is what greeted his ears and he swallows. They're a female. What's she doing? Why is she here looking like that? And being so casual as though it's a normal Friday? The questions kept coming, and his heart continue to hammer in his chest as he tries to make sense of this...entity before him that continues to smile and wave.