She's Gone
People die everyday.
Just as the world turns round, and the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. Breath leaves lungs for the last time and never returns.
Mason had that look.
Dandelion wasn't truly dead to him, he would rather believe her to be at every corner he looked, than remember the truth.
But I had made him admit it.
She was gone, and there was no point in holding on anymore.
For a long time Mason didn't say anything else, and I could tell that he didn't want me to say anything either. So we stood in silence, the only sound the stream not far from where we are.
As a child I would build damns and bridges in that stream, coming home muddy and exhausted from a long days work of finding rocks and wood, fitting them together like a puzzle.
"I played in these woods alone as a child." I couldn't stand the silence any longer, and part of me didn't care if he didn't want to talk to me anymore.
I needed to talk.
Mason's eyes met mine in almost an accusing way, maybe he was angry at me for breaking the silence. But with that anger was surprise, and confusion. I didn't understand why he looked at me that way.
"I didn't have any friends then, I was kind of the outcast at school." I chuckled to myself at the memory, remembering how odd I truly was. "The other kids, they umm weren't as imaginative as me." I had always had a big imagination, it wasn't until I turned thirteen did I realize how alone that imagination had made me.
"I hadn't really minded, I hadn't even really realized that I was alone. I hadn't felt alone, at least not until after my family moved away. These woods, they were so magical to me." I didn't know why I was telling him this, a complete stranger. "Thank you for letting me stay." I stopped rambling, the way Mason's shoulders had tensed and how dark his eyes were, I could tell he didn't want to hear my story.
Somehow, I had offended him.
"I'm sorry, I probably should get going I'm sure that my aunt and uncle are wondering where I have wandered off to." I went to walk away but like yesterday, his hand grabbed onto my wrist tightly, effectively stopping me from moving.
"Wait." He said, his dark green eyes searching mine. But for what? "I, would you like to go to a party with me?" He asked and my brows furrowed.
"You just met me." I pointed out.
And then he did something that from the amount of time I had known him, - all ten minutes - seemed like a rarity.
He flashed a bright smile, showing teeth and everything.
"Come on, it'll be fun. If you're gonna be here awhile, might as well make some friends." I stood there shocked at the complete change in mood from the guy.
One minute he is all moody and depressed, the next he seemed like a typical teenage boy who flirted with cute girls.
And I was apparently that cute girl.
His hands were hot, and I shivered at the contact hating the way it made my heart race.
I barely know him! Just say no and run Adylan!
But like always, my mouth betrays me, I can't stop the words from tumbling out.
"I could use some friends to pass the time." Even though I said it with a frown he took my hand leading me further into the forest.
And there was no turning back now.
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