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OK so a story

It starts out with a girl

Just minding her own business, walking to her class

When she accidentally bumps into a boy

A peach haired boy

She and the boy fell to the floor

The boy drops his stuff and she politely helps him up

As she helps him their eyes lock together and the boy looks away blushing

After picking the rest of the stuff up, the boy mutters a thank you and rushes away

And so continues the plot with the girl catching glances with the boy and the boy looking away with his face red

And then here's the important part

The boy gathers up his courage, and asks the girl to be his photography model

The girl now having a crush on the boy, agrees with him

So a month of photo modeling later and the girl grows deeper in her affections while the boy becomes more relaxed around her and less skittish

But he seems a little disconnected

Distracted

The girl waiting to be asked out by the boy constantly hangs out with him

Her time completely spent with only her family, few friends, and the boy

But for some strange reason

Other people would ask her if she was at a place she never once went to, or if she was dating someone

And sometimes she'd catch glimpses of herself in her peripheral

Same blonde hair, same dress, same body, arms linked with an unfamiliar man

She just brushes it off as a coincidence

But it's happening more than it should be

And she's seeing the boy less and less

But as days go on, her anxiety is completely brushed aside, and replaced with excitement

For in the upcoming week was their school's annual fall dance

And so the eve of the dance arrives

The girl just got done with her outfit

Her hair falling in waves over her shoulder, black mascara, dark violet smoky eye shadow, peach lipstick, and a light dusting of glitter for that ethereal look

And finally her red strapless glitter dress

After getting done she sends the boy a text, asking if he would walk with her to the school

She receives a reply from the boy, telling her to go on without him and that he'll meet her at the school

So she walks alone

In the cold early night

Fallen leaves crunching in every step

Her shadow twirls around her as she passes by the street lamps

But strangely, the soft crunching became sharper

And the sound seems out of tune in her steps

She stops, to hear if anyone was walking by

She hears nothing

So she continues

The discordant crunching seems closer now