My lonely self has awakened to a familiar phrase, feeling alone once again.
The moon lines the silver shadows of seemingly animated objects from everywhere.
I was too afraid of the circumstance. The death angel found someone from a long time ago and I can't figure out a thing about myself. My mind went blank.
Am I lost in the midst of my own thoughts?
They drifted apart not too far away from each other as I cleared my throat.
The woman gave an impression of being too polite, even for someone obviously younger than her, namely me. She curtly smiled, peering through my expression of interference.
I was too much of a meddler for the two of them.
What are they, anyway?
She eyed the death angel with a questioning look, perhaps asking who this prying of a soul is. "This is Irish," he finally introduced her.
I nodded, a grin plastered on my face. "I'm Ciel. It's nice..." I perused his face, then looked back at the woman, intending to send a signal of a different message than what I continued saying. "...meeting you, Irish."
Was it really? I didn't even want to see them, let alone see them both in this close proximity.
"You can see us!" I said enthusiastically, actually forgetting to ask how there's the three of us now. Tristan widened his eyes on me like a warning.
I nudged him in the ribs. "Surely, you're not.." I trailed off.
Should I ask her if she's dead? Wouldn't it be too blatant?
A forced smile played about his lips as I spoke. He almost held her hand but he decided against it.
"You stay here, little girl," he said a little too sweetly. "Later!"
I wrinkled my nose as I watched their backs disappear around the corner.
