"I'm sorry. I have to go."
Julianna looked up at me, quivering. The setting sun reflected in her amber, tear-filled eyes. "Why? I don't understand. Please. I need you. You are like my sister. I... I can't imagine life without you. Please, don't do this." She pleaded.
"Goodbye, Julianna." I took in once more what I hoped was the last time I would see my best friend. Her long, honey colored hair lazily swirled away from her in the slight summer breeze. Her petite nose was runny with mucus. Tears flowed steadily down her freckle-smattered cheeks. Her slight stature was collected tightly as it always was when she's upset. She drew herself in and shrunk, as if trying to hide from the world. She clasped her hands together over her trembling lips and her legs bent at the knees. Her whole body was shaking, but it wasn't cold. It broke my heart to hurt her this way. But I had no choice. I was a danger to her. I didn't want to hurt her, but it could be worse. Much worse. It was all I could do to save her.
I turned quickly at the heel and tore off towards my car. The last rays of sunlight seemed to reach out towards me. Or maybe towards Julianna. I unclipped the keys from my lanyard on the belt loop at my hip and slid them in the lock of the door on my 2010 Ford Mondeo. I yanked the door open with more force than necessary. I then stuck my keys in the ignition as I dropped into my seat. Not even bothering with my seatbelt, I reversed and sped away. I couldn't help but glance back at her house through my side mirror. She had collapsed into sobs on the floor next to her fully bloomed flower bed. I quickly wiped the tears that inched down my face and floored the gas pedal.
I had to get home, I had to get to bed before darkness fell over San Francisco. I wasn't safe then. That was when they were most active. They visited my dreams, but at least I was intangible then. Whilst in the realm of dreams, the body enters a dimension quite similar to theirs.
What are "they", you may ask. Even I, what one may call a "Seer" don't even know.
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