pellucid. + jhs.

ling

RAIN was the only noise that still lives at this time of night. but maybe not. maybe, the sound of her footsteps across the mud counted.

she wasn't suppose to even be out this late. but, she was a rebel and an adventurous girl, even if no one, even herself, knew. plus, it kept her alive.

so, her dull and curious mind wandered about the lake, and as soon as she became quite bored of it, she ventured into the woods, her favorite place.

it was always hers, most of the time. barely anyone ever visits there. maybe because it was all green and dark and grey, but it certainly wasn't to her. it was colorful and beautiful, like it was her own personal universe.

however, it changed the moment she heard distant humming. at that moment, when she spotted a pink haired male, with streaks of silver grey, sitting comfortably on a tree branch, with a switchblade in his left hand, she knew that the woods won't be only hers anymore.

she knew certainly—surely—that it would also be his when he looked her way and smiled.

"oh! another person at this time of night."

that certainty she felt grew stronger, when the boy put his switchblade in his back pocket and hopped off the tree branch to go to her.