Love to dust

Chapter 2 NIALLS POV

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I walk in the heat of the afternoon, across the feilds trying to get to the mystery person. The grass crunches under my feet as I go. In Ireland it was never this hot.

I remember my friends, Harry, Louis, Liam, and Zayn. They had all been crushed when I told them I was moving. They tried to persuade me to stay saying that I was eighteen, I had a commitment to the band, I could make my own decisions. I knew all that. But my Dad needed me, and as much as I didn't want to go, i knew that it was the right thing to do. I will eventually rejoin the group. Now just isn't the time.

I've made it to the mystery person. She is sitting underneath a huge willow tree, facing the slowly setting sun. With the sun shining on her face, her long hair looks like it is golden red. Her eyes remain closed as I crouch down beside her. Her slender legs are crossed, and her hands lay on her lap, palms facing up. She has a collection of woven bracelets on her right wrist, and her left ankle. She looks...like a princess. Really. It is incredible how beautiful she is.

She still hasn't opened her eyes. I clear my throat, but she doesn't move.

"Uhm, hullo, I'm Niall, ah, I just moved into that plantation house, em, right over there," I say hesitantly.

She still doesn't show any acknowledgement towards me.

"PSST. Oi! Irish boy!" I here a raspy voice whisper-yell from behind me. I spin around, rising to my feet.

An older woman, perhaps in her fifties or so, is standing a few yard behind me. She has straight brown hair down to her chin, and she is wearing a simple white shirt and a pair of black pants. She waves me over impatiently.

I slowly get up, and warily walk towards her.

"What's your name?" she asks me looking at me sharply.

"Niall. I just moved in-"

"Ya, I know you just moved in. Why are you talking to her?" she aks me in a snappish manner.

"Because I decided to introduce myself. I wanted to he friends maybe," I say shrugging.

"Don't bother. She doesn't speak," the lady says dissmissively.

"What? She's mute?" I say somewhat shocked.

"She's a slective mute."

Selective? Why would anyone choose not to speak? The woman seems to hear my thought.

"She came to her grandparents plantation, the neighbours of you, earlier this year. Some....untimely events have made her....reserved. She has gone deep into herself. Never heard her speak in my whole time of knowing her. Though, I have heard singing. In the night. Sometimes. Oh, but I haven't introduced myself properly. I'm Mallory. I'm a helper around the plantation next to yours. It's called the Goodwin plantation. I help look after things, seeing as Mr. and Mrs. Goodwin aren't as spry as they were," Mallory says busilly.

I'm still focused on the girl.

"What's the girls name? What happened that made her silent?" I ask. I really am curious.

"Her name is Evalyn. I can't rightly tell you what happened. That is for her, ad her alone, to tell you," Mallory says secretively.

"But she's mute!" I protest.

"Well, then befriend her. Try to get her to talk. Please Niall, I have a feeling that having someone closer to her age may help her to open up a little bit. Could you try?" Mallory asks.

I think about it. Well, it's summer and I have nothing better to do. And, I am very curious about Evalyn's story.

"Sure. Why not?"