The boy with the white rose

I ran for my life! From what? Wrong question. From who? I don't know. I'd just been sat reading alongside my brothers grave, when I'd seen him. How did I know it was a boy? I'm not sure, I just did. At first I'd stopped and looked... And he'd looked.

He watched as is stood, wiped my skirt and marked my place in the book.
"Hello?" I'd asked, but still he had watched. Slowely, I had taken a step back, and tripped over a gravestone. He'd jumped forward. Quick as you like. I'd steadied myself. I'd picked up my bag and continued to walk backwards, away from this strange boy. He followed.

He'd lifted his head. I remember his face perfectly. A small defined face, overshadowed by a dark hood. Piercing blue eyes stared straight into mine. In one hand he'd held a single white rose. And in the other, nothing. As I'd turned to go... He'd started to run.

As I stumbled over the finger-like roots, I quickly looked behind me. I couldn't see anything, or anyone. My heart was beating fast. My chest rising and falling rapidly. I looked left. I looked right. No one. Leaning against a tree, I doubled over exhaling and inhaling slowly. I felt a vile lump form in my throat. My head began to clear, my vision un-blurring and my heart rate stopped spluttering, like an old car. Then it stopped. A twig snapped to my left! And again... I ran.

Where can I go? Where can I hide? Here! A small cabin at the edge of the forest, completely concealed by tall trees and green... Well... Greenery. I walked briskly around the small shack, trying to find a way inside. Finally, I found a small door shut together by entwined, purple ivy. Leaving the door open just a crack, I crouched behind- hidden by a few small; stacked; dusty boxes- waiting. Waiting for... Nothing really. Just wait and pray he will walk the other way.

Suddenly, my prayers were answered. He came floating past- too near the cabin for my liking- and headed back towards the forest. Slowly but surely I crept out and sprinted across the small; dead; brown field towards the graveyard and church. Also, hopefully civilisation. I stumbled and clambered over the beaten, grey and broken gravestones. I made my way towards the big wooden oak church doors. Reaching the doors, I paused inhaling a huge breath. I flung them open... I exhaled.

I stood at the top of the isle. He stood at the end, by the pew. He wore a dark fishtail coat with a hood, which covered his face. I wore a green stained, white raincoat. He turned towards me. In short movements he brought his hand to his hood, dropping it down. His eyes stared deep into mine. In one hand he held a single white rose. He raised it towards me.
"Hello... My love."