Don't You Disappear // The Rose Fanfiction

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Street lights aligned in a row with flickering light bulbs and the still full moon that laid in the sky. Puddles reflected the moon and the rain that fell off of the tips of trees plopped into the puddles, causing them to ripple. It was like an never ending staircase that keep on going and going and you couldn't find a way to stop going up (or down respectively). 

A blanket of fog covered the area in front of the boy as he turned into a back alley leaving work. The boy imagined werewolves, leaping out from behind a totally-not-suspicious bush in the alley way that he walked through. It was a shortcut, close to where he lived and one that he found after a year of working at the cafe.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw the bush. It was odd, that's for sure. A bush. Green, filled with life in a dusty and dark alleyway. It too dim for a plant to grow in, there wouldn't be enough sunlight and the only water it would get was from raindrop sliding off of the roofs of buildings.

A cold drop of water tapped his head, which caused him to snap out of the dream-like state he was in. He rubbed the top of his head only to realize it wasn't just a small drop of water. His hair was soaked, and he cursed at himself for not realizing how much water had dripped onto him.

He looked up, and watched as rain fell from invisible clouds and tap on the concrete like percussion. He caught a glimpse of himself in a puddle and ran his fingers through his light brown hair. Shadows under his droopy eyes gave only proof that he barely got any sleep the night, or past nights, before. 

The ends of his hair were wet and looked like they were glued together.

He turned to leave but as he was about to take a step forward someone in a black trench coat blocked him, arms outstretched in a T position.

The boy turned the other way, but found himself trapped as another person stood before him blocking the way. He looked back at the first person.

Despite the clothing being black, the boy could still see where rain drenched the shoulders and sides of the coat. The person also wore a black fedora, like ones in spy movies that the boy often watched as a kid.

They took a step forward toward the boy, and the boy taking a step back. Another step forward and another back. Another forward, another back. This cycle went on and on until the person flicked the fedora on their head so the boy could see their eyes. Green eyes. But not like a normal green. It was bright and mesmerizing like a stopwatch swaying back and forth. Almost, hypnotizing.

The boy couldn't decide what to do. He wanted to turn around and run, never come back to this alley again, but the other side of him wanted to stay and see what would happened if he waited longer.  But he couldn't really go anywhere now could he?

He demanded his brain to let him turn around, but he was stuck, one foot behind the other and hands curled into fists tightly, staring at the green eyed person in front of him.