Traces of You // lt.

prologue

The night was dark, the air was chilling, and the thick silence that lingered was furthermore eerily fogging the city much quicker than Annie would have liked.  

Her blue eyes, clouded over with a hazy state of tiredness, looked up from the bag strapped around her shoulder and lightly shifted around her setting.  Her arms slumped at her sides, no longer fumbling through her shoulder bag. A strange sense that something was coming urked her from the inside, twisting up her stomach in unknown fear.

Annie knew it was probably nothing, but walked a little faster anyway, not wanting to plant herself away from the safe side. The sidewalks were surprisingly empty, but Annie couldn't say that she was surprised. Three in the morning wasn't exactly the hour to be running about the streets. Yet, she was eager to make her way home after a long and agonizing day of  work. She hated her job, and she was pretty sure her job hated her too. Everything seemed to be against her, and Annie couldn’t help wanting to just crash into her bed, free from everything.

As Annie turned the corner, she froze. The atmosphere wasn't right here. The air was heavy and cold, and it weighed down upon her chest like a burden. Her pupils dilated, and the breath that caught in her throat stuttered into a small gasp.This wasn't right at all.

"Hello?" She daringly called into the night. The reply she'd gotten was nothing but the mere sound of her voice echoing over and over in her own head.

Swallowing the fear that had previously swallowed her emotions, Annie started walking, pumping her legs much faster than she thought she could manage. The wind whirled around her like icy fingers trailing up her spine. A strange howl tossed through the air, making the poor girl shiver, hating the uncanny feeling that surged through her.  

"Come out! This isn't funny!" Annie sighed deeply, halting once more in her movements, sure that whatever she felt was not just the eerie time of night.  A tense feeling of anger and fear swirled through her, and unsure of which emotion to display, Annie burst deeper into the night.

As she continued, only wanting to get back home, something quickly caught her eye and made her lungs catch in mid-breath. A haunting pool of light took advantage of the corner of her eye, making her slowly turn her head to face  it’s illumination.

She sucked in a frightened breath, staring directly at the bright light  that spilled it’s way  across the street.

And pressed smack into the middle of the bright light, was a boy.

He looked sad, his pale blue eyes sad and drooping, his fringy brown bair limply hanging over his forehead. His hand was snuggled deep into the crevasses of his jean pockets, hanging low over his waist. He looked to be about twenty, clearly not any younger than Annie was.

Annie whimpered, her eyes trained upon the sad figure of the boy. Slowly, the boy looked up, eyes catching gaze with hers. It was then that she started to back away, her hands fumbling at her chest. Her shoes crunched over the sidewalk as she reversed her stride. That is, until her back collided with the cool granite wall of a building.

“Hello.” The boy’s voice rang out softly. His voice crackled, sounding as if it was coming over a radio on static. “My name’s Louis.”

Annie panicked. Just as she was about to turn and burst down the street, the light flickered from her point of view and when she looked again, the boy had  gone, gone away, leaving nothing but shadows to creep back where the light had once shone.

She stared at the place the light had just been, blinking rapidly and trying to pretend she’d only imagined the fringy haired boy that spoke to her. It was after all an empty downtown area, the shadows down the alleyways could be enough to poison your minds with unreal visions.

Shaking her head, Annie clutched the bag slung around her shoulder, hoisted it up further, and marched down the sidewalk, never once bothering to look back.

-x-

“That was the first time I’d seen him,” Annie explained, hands folded neatly over her lap as she lounged in a coffee colored chair. Her expressions were surprisingly calm in contrast to the man across the room, half his body hidden by a mahogany desk. The man, with a round stomach, bald head and a painfully purple tie, leaned forward to lean his elbows upon the desk.

“You mean, the first time he made an appearance?” He asked, pushing his wide rimmed glasses further up the bridge of his large nose.

“Yes.”

The room ticked it’s moment’s by in time with the clock on the wall, counting the several seconds of silence in which the man leaned back again, sighing deeply as he tapped the cap of his pen onto the desk repeatedly.

“I see. Do continue."

-x-

Here, my lovely*cough*bish*cough*,  Annie, is your story. This is what I shall be writing alongside with Mute. I have an AMAZAYN idea for this and I'm just like alsdjfaldskjflsdnfakfdslfkj 

I've already written the ending. So don't be all like. "BISH YOU'LL NEVER FINISH THIS SHIZ" 

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I hope you like this...prologue...thing.<3 

Thanks for reading my lovelies.