"Why Do They Call You Crow?" Parts 1, 2, And 3

"Why do they call you Crow?" Part One ~ beginning

Her voice was soft and gentle. They had known each other for two years now, and she had only just decided to ask. He looked at her from the corner of his eye, their bronze or, almost gold colour, she couldn't decide which, entrancing her. He studied her face for long moments before finally deciding to answer.
"I didn't like the name my parents gave me, so they gave me a new one."
Her breath caught as it always did when she heard the deep, rumbling baritone of his voice. She nodded slowly and they both went back to watching the night sky.
After several long minutes, he sat up slowly, as if to preserve the silence that the night brought. He tapped her shoulder with one finger, getting her attention. She sat up as well and peered at him, curious to see what he wanted.
"Let's play truth or dare. Just for a few minutes."
There was something in his voice, a tone or underlying note to it, that troubled her. She nodded, more slowly than before, and swallowed.
"Okay..."
She spoke in a low voice. He gave her the slightest smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. It never did. They both sat cross legged, facing each other. He went first.
"Truth or dare?"
He waited patiently and she pondered which option to choose, and, eventually, decided that a dare would be best. She smiled.
"Dare."
He clasped his hands together and thought a moment. After a short time he looked at her with a crooked grin.
"Do a handstand. I don't think you can."
She scoffed at him, slightly offended at what he said. She got up, tucked in her blouse, and bent down, placing her hands firmly on the ground. She pushed her legs up into the air and held them there for several seconds, before falling over onto her back. She laughed as she hit the ground, and so did he. It went on like that for hours. He made her do silly things, and she asked him questions about who he was. Throughout their game, his mood became increasingly sombre. She grew worried for him, but eventually forgot her worries.
"Okay last one I promise. Truth or dare."
He watched her as she contemplated which to choose. She smiled softly.
"Dare."
He smiled sadly and nodded.
"Close your eyes, and count to two thousand."
She frowned, unsure as to why he wanted her to do this. Nevertheless she complied, closing her eyes and began to count softly. Several minutes passed as she did.
"one thousand nine hundred and ninety eight, one thousand nine hundred and ninety nine, two thousand."
She opened her eyes and, with a shock, saw that she was alone. In her lap was a small piece of paper. She looked around for Crow, and, when she couldn't find him, opened the piece of paper. It was a letter in his handwriting.

Dear Elissa,
by the time you read this, I'll be gone. Please, don't try to look for me. You won't be able to find me. I left in order to protect you, to keep myself from hurting you, because that's all I would have done if I'd stayed. I hurt everyone I cate about, and i couldn't do that to you. Take care Elissa.
Forever yours
Crow

Her hand flew to her mouth as she read the note, tears spilling profusely down her cheeks. How could her leave her like this. It was the only thought in her mind. She fell to her knees and sobbed, the force it causing her to tremble violently. She had lost her best friend, the only person she could confide in. It had truly broken her.
She got up and began running. In what direction she couldn't remember. She just ran, and ran, and ran, screaming his name, trying so desperately to find which way he went. After hours of screaming herself hoarse, and without finding so much as a trace, she stopped. She collapsed and let the sobs wrack her body. There was nothing she could do.

"Why do they call you Crow?" part two ~ middle

Elissa sat in a cafe, just outside of Dublin. In front of her, the coffee she had ordered was cold, the sandwich half eaten. She had a newspaper clenched in her hands, the sides wrinkled and torn from how tightly she was grasping in. Her eyes poured over every word of the article on the strange, dark haired man who had saved a little girl near the cafe she was sitting in. The picture that was underneath the article looked just like him. Like Crow. She had spent days, even weeks, searching the small town, asking questions, making inquiries to the local police. No one knew where, or who, he was. He was just there some days, and gone the next.
While she was reading the article, for what seemed the thousandth time, something outside caught her eye. It was the tail of a black scarf blowing in the small breeze as whoever was wearing it walked bast the bay window. There was a small tear in the very end on it. Her eyes widened and she jumped up from her seat, jamming the sandwich into the to to go bag the woman at the counter had given her. She slipped the newspaper under her arm and rushed out the door.
She looked around frantically, trying to spot him again. Sudden movement caught her eye and she whipped her head around. She caught sight of the scarf again as whoever wore it turned the corner. She ran after them, hoping desperately that it was him. That it was Crow. Her Crow. She spun past a man walking the other way as she rounded the corner. There he was. Walking in front of her.
"Crow!" She screamed his name.
He turned his head just enough so that one, gold bronze eye, caught hers. He turned into an alley before she could get out another word. She ran as fast as she could, trying to catch up to him. When she turned into the alley she stopped, all her breath rushing out of her lungs. He was gone. Again she had lost him, again he had slipped from between her fingers.
She fell to her knees and sobbed softly, her shoulders shaking from the effort of keeping quiet.
When she finally opened her eyes again, she noticed something on the ground. It was a letter. She picked it up, wiping her eyes with her free hand.