It never felt right.
Not really.
It always made me feel out of place and uneasy.
Sick to my stomach, kind of thing.
So as I walked along the beachfront, heading to a clothing store I could understand why I got a few odd looks.
I stuck to the shadows.
Not like, the sunlight was toxic and made me burn, or anything that dumb.
Just.
I don't like people.
They unnerve me.
I needed a new change of clothes, or a shower.
Ha.
Can't remember the last time I had one of those, without the owner shooing me off the premises.
But before I left the shop, the bell dinged a new customer.
And then a scent hit me.
Like nothing I've ever smelt before.
Probably looking like a fucking psycho-nutcase.
I sniffed the air like a kind of bloodhound.
And almost showed my true colours.
Almost.
But not quite.
With magic so stout, eyes greener than emeralds, and hair darker than the night sky.
It could only be one person.
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