Lucky Desire

A pink Amarillis

( this is written in an rp style format like some of my stories, going to and from two point of views. This originally was supposed to be a post zombie apocalypse sort of this but became something cooler in my opinion- anyway enjoy 🖤💓😁))

💛Why are the first words of a story so important? They pull us in I guess...like the first senses we feel...the existence of something new and exciting. I've never thought of myself as particularly anything: strong, fast, smart, but who's to say I didn't have those things? Certainty.
I shut my eyes as I walked, the path was familiar and I couldn't remember the last time I saw anyone or anything else with breath. Every now and then I peeked out though, just to make sure. Slowly my hand grazed the old police baton I carried as the music surged in my lone earbud. The sound reminded me of climbing a long, dark stairway.

💗 Nanako was going to her next class not really paying attention to where she was walking, however she passed somebody who... why are they carrying a... she was beyond confused now and stopped and said, "Um excuse me.. are you carrying a.. baton...?" She looked at them and looked extremely confused.

💛 I tilted my head. " Yeah, dont you have a weapon?" I blinked in the girls direction. I was still wandering before my class. Everything felt dead and empty. The only thing I could rely on was the sensation of ground and baton in my hand.

💗 "N-No I dont..." she was a bit concerned about this person now. "I dont need one... a-anyway... um.." She now seemed nervous and literally took a step back like they would have attacked her or something "Never seen you around here..."

💛 " Oh..." It's fine. It's normal. It's fine.
I'm normal.
" I haven't seen you either." I tucked my free earbud into my overall pocket. "Guess we'll see each other more then. " my smile was faint and I trudged past .

💗 "Ah wait...! What's your name..?" she asked curiously, " I can't see you if you dont tell me your name.." They seemed super suspicious and she wasn't sure what to make of them but she tried anyway.

💛 My voice was soft, " Leo." College is nice cause you can be called whatever you want. My dead name is for sure dead and I'll ignore it anyway I can. I turned on my heel, bumping the baton against my knee. " See ya around, Nana."

💗 "I never told you my name..." now she's confused, scared, creeped out and everything in between. "Who are you and how do you know who I am?!"

💛 " See you later." I pushed, a faint smile to my face. " Get to class before you're late." I went around to climb the stairs to ascend to mine and disappeared before she could catch up.

💗 Nanako went back to her apartment that day really concerned for her safety.
Almost a week later she was walking back to her car from a late night class and she could swear she heard footsteps following her.

💛 She couldn't see me when she turned around. My baton was at home so my bare hands felt secure at the face of a tree. The rough bark and smell of pine reminded me of what camp could have been. I never went. Never was allowed to leave.

💗 "I-is somebody out there...?" She had grabbed her car keys in case she needed to try and stab somebody even though it probably wouldn't work well, its all she had. "Maybe not...?" She said to herself, feeling foolish when only the wind answered back.

💛 The shudder in her voice made my insides curl. Fear is a pretty thing that makes eyes dance like a million stars. I didn't make myself known and waited until she hurriedly got into her vehicle and drove off. I went home myself. I thought of her question all night, answering to my ceiling. " I'll always be there, Nana."

💗 Literally a day later Nana could not stop thinking about how weird it felt had like somebody was following her after she met some suspicious guy a bit before, so she started asking around campus if anybody knew of a two toned hair colored guy and eventually she got a lead and was lead to a classroom. she literally waited outside of it for it to end for him to come out, not like she was at all curious or anything that would be stupid but... she couldn't shake this feeling that he could have been whoever might have been following her after the first encounter she had with him.