SOMETHING WAS ODD about him this time. In the darkness, I could see a tint of red glow from his eyes. But as if it never happened, the glow was gone, replaced by dark orbs. I might have imagined the last part, 'cause obviously why would his eyes glow... it wasn't like he was any supernatural being. His tensed shoulders slumped down as I felt his silhouette staring at me.
I stood up slowly, still processing what the hell had happened. The grocery bags were scattered all over the place, three of the brown eggs splattered, and the spilled milk accompanying. Uncle would kill me. I carefully walked over and picked the items that still were edible and looked at the guy. Why was he wearing such an attire? He was heaving a bit and looked around before fixating his gaze on me again.
What if he ran away from a mental asylum? I gulped involuntarily.
But that didn't stop my eyes from raking the wonderful specimen in front of me. Under the faint light of the lamppost, I continued staring at him without saying a single syllable. He looked good...no.
He was the perfect definition of someone arrestingly handsome with a lean yet masculine figure and strong features. I couldn't make out most of his features since it was dark. He seemed to be in his early twenties but I could be wrong.
While I stood there checking him out shamelessly, the guy walked towards me with a worried look plastered on his face.
"You alright?" He asked in a low yet raspy tone.
"Yea-yeah," I stuttered stupidly, quickly averting my gaze to the ground, "Thanks a lot, I don't know what would have happened if you weren't here in time." I hope it sounded honest, nowadays people would look the other way even if they saw a girl being harassed.
When he wasn't answering, I looked up to find him staring at me incredulously, as if debating to kill me or just run away. I pouted my lips in question but he just continued with his staring as if he was seeing a foreign creature. My tangled hair must have resembled one.
"Is something wrong?" I asked almost rudely, my self-conscious bubbling up. Even my suspicion about him running away from a mental hospital was getting stronger.
"No...actually yes," he paused, taking his time to scan the area around, "You can see me?" He almost whispered the last part.
This time I sent him a look and stared at him stupidly. He had this serious face and yet asked such a question. Why would anyone ask such a question?
"Am I not supposed to?" I asked with eyebrows shot up as a way to tell him 'Dude what's up with you?'
"It might sound stupid, but...no one has ever seen me like this before," the guy said, looking at the ground in question afterward. Confusion was etched on his face to which a sigh left my lips.
I craned my neck sideways, sure by the fact that this man was a wanted guy from a mental asylum and it was best to just keep the conversation straight and simple. Who knows what else might be going on in his mind? I just had a near-death experience, better not mess this up. Or maybe he just wanted to make sure I wouldn't tell the locals about him. I hoped that was the case.
"Can I ask why?" I asked in the most genuine way I knew. He pondered a bit at that question. Just when I thought I would go past him stealthily since he was so deep in thinking, he blurted out the most eldritch words I ever heard.
"It's 'cause I'm a Spirit," he breathed out the words as if he couldn't believe what he was saying himself. To that, I couldn't hold in my reaction.
"You're a what?!"
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