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My first impression of
Olivia Catherine Prescott was that she had to be an extraterrestrial being. I mean, no human being could possibly be that stunning, even with her hair rain-soaked and clothes messy and disheveled. Also, there was no explanation of how she had managed to get up on the roof of the motel that night. I was the only one who knew about the staircase, or that the rooftop area was even accessible. Maybe an alien vessel had dropped her off there on that roof and left her. Another thing I had found strange about her was how she stared up towards the sky, as if she was expecting something, waiting for something.
She tilted her face up into the pouring rain, letting it drip down her cheeks, nose, chin. The wind whipped her hair around wildly, and she wrapped her arms tightly around herself in an attempt to keep warm. She closed her eyes. I watched as she clenched and unclenched her fists. Finally, she hoisted herself up onto the ledge. Her shoulders rose and fell as she took a deep breath. Upon seeing this, I finally decided to emerge from my hiding spot in the shadows.
"Are you gonna jump off or what?"
I saw her stiffen, and she slowly turned around. Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying, but I couldn't tell whether the moisture on her cheeks was from her tears or from the rain. She gave me a small smile.
In a voice that was almost a whisper, she said, "No, I'm going to fly."
She turned back around and took a step closer to the edge. I acted as quick as possible, sprinting across the roof and grabbing her wrist. I gently, but with force, yanked her off of the ledge. She whipped her head around, and at first I thought I saw anger in her eyes. I immediately started rambling apologies when I noticed that the look she gave me was not a look of anger, but of puzzlement.
"What?" I asked.
She solemnly nodded a thank you, and walked towards the staircase that led back down from the roof. Just as she disappeared down the stairs, it stopped raining.
