Fallen

Meet 1: Not yet

What is your name?

I look behind me, left and right.

I shrug and keep on walking.

The leaves surround the sidewalk and I could see my breath even in the clear skies. It's so cold...but somewhere far away...somehow...I can feel warmth. It's truly an indescribable feeling.

I can see the field across from my house coming into view. It bears many yards of wheat plants, not ending until the edges of the forest. My back strains again reminding me to hurry back to drop off these textbooks but once again I am distracted.

Her hair is blue. A silver tint shines in the sun. She is kneeling in the middle of the field, her skin looking pale and frozen. I stop for a moment trying to process the questions emerging from my head:
Who is she?
How old is she?
Where is she from?
Is she cold?
What is she doing?
What is her name?

My mind is strange. Bombarding questions remarkably fast. I trudge toward her, ignoring my original destination and without thinking I stare her from about three meters away.
What am I doing...?

I try to ignore that thought right now. I can never explain most of the things that happen in my life...but that's another story.

The girl doesn't look up. Doesn't even notice me, I think. I look at her hands, pale and skinny, busy piling soil up on a tiny patch of grass amongst the field. The only warmth she seems to have is from her thin sweater and jeans.
Who is this strange person?
Is she insane?

She pats her soil once more before standing up. Surprisingly, her height matches mine(which isn't very tall) and for a second we stare at each other. Her blue eyes searching in my muddy colored ones. I thought it was going to get awkward but she smiled and I thought for a second that maybe she really was.....

Mentally insane.

I backed away a few steps but she only turned back to look at the mound of soil.

"Please make sure nobody touches this place."

Her voice is soft and she bears a strange accent I cannot detect. She walks passed me, down the street and eventually breaks into a run. Her arms are outstretched like she is gliding in the air as she runs through the streets on the tips of her toes and pushing aside the thought that she is hiding drugs here or something, I watch her bare feet that seemed to float just above the concrete....or maybe she was just running really fast....yeah.

I realized my back felt much better than before and took my time getting back in the house. I greeted my mother then ascended up the stairs to my room, shutting the door...

and forgetting about the girl who's name I forgot to ask.