never let me go

faye

her calf was pressed up against her cheek before she slowly placed her leg down. letting out a long, drawled breath she pushed up her leg forward before bending backwards. she considered herself lucky that she had transformed her living room into her dance studio, and Faye did pirouettes across the wooden surface before landing en pointe. 

collapsing on the ground, sweat trickled down her neck as she rubbed the nape and looked down. her hair was plastered to her skull, and she shimmered in sweat as she wiped her temple with her hand and pushed herself off the ground. Faye stared at her reflection, swallowing hard as she sucked in air. 

her hair was dishevelled, strands of it sticking out from her tight bun. the loose shirt she wore over the leotard was crumpled and wary, and her pointe shoes were dirty, beaten up and faded. Faye sighed, grabbing the bottle of water from the windowsill before stepping out of the room. 

she felt claustrophobic inside the small space of her home, and gulped down some water before grabbing a pair of jeans that lay across the table and slipped on her shoes. throwing a coat and a scarf, Faye opened her window before diving out and rolling onto the front garden. 

next door, the dog barked numerous times before Faye jumped over the small, picket fence and began to run anywhere. feeling the wind thread through her hair and cool her warm skin, Faye's poor concept of geography landed her in a neighbourhood she had never seen before. 

there were a row of sad bungalows and flats down the road, and Faye halted to a stop as she began to walk in a steady pace. nearing the end of the road, she turned left and suddenly stopped. in front of her was a loft, painted a faded jade with white windows and a wooden door. 

Faye stared at it for a long moment, fascinated by the house. it was like a spark of brilliant colour amidst the grey houses. the house screamed of character and difference, and her eyes showed excitement and adoration for the building. 

she began to walk up the path that was uneven and had daisies sprouting from the cracks, before knocking on the door. she wondered why she did such a thing, before a faint thud happened on the other side and the door cracked open. 

Forrest stood, staring at her in bewilderement. Faye's chest heaved up and down, and her fingers laced against the hems of her coat as a tentative smile appeared on her face. he looked confused but happy at the same time, and a chuckle escaped from his lips. 

"hello" he simply said. Faye opened her mouth to speak, but no words flowed out. instead, she gave an awkward wave. 

"playing mute?" Forrest asked. she nodded her head, and a silence was bestowed upon them. rain started to drip and drop against the floor, and Forrest smiled at her shyly. 

"come inside" he said. and even though Faye never truly met him, and for all we know he could be a pedophile-she trusted him. and he was definetely not a pedophile. 

"coffee?" she said in such a quiet voice he strained to hear her. 

"coffee" he replied.