the nymph ☼ sean diaz ✓

- twenty six .

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This was the fourth time Sean would attempt to figure everything out. Every time he would fail or it would go "wrong" something changed.

First it was his phone then it was the stars in the sky, and then it was his skateboard.

He was walking beside Lyla, who held her board in her arms. She had insisted Sean take his board, which she could see. But to Sean, it was almost invisible.

Sean peeks over his shoulder, waiting for the two people to show up.

It finally dawned on him that he had no idea why the people were running, maybe they need a light for their cigarette?

He looked at Lyla, who blew a bubblegum.

Sean wished Lyla remembered everything. He wouldn't have to try to figure this out on his own.

"When do you think dream Sean will pop in?" Sean asks. He was "dream" Sean to Lyla. He wanted to test Lyla by blending in and acting if he was her Sean.

"Depends. Maybe when he feels like it." Lyla shrugs. "I don't know how it works." She looks to Sean.

"Does it like hurt when he's here?" Lyla asks. She had briefly mentioned that her Sean remembers everything.

"Uh," Sean stumbles over his words. "No, it's like a movie?" He tries not to make it seem like he didn't know himself. He felt so bad for lying to her.

"Ah I see." Lyla nods. "I miss him, oh, no offence!"

"None taken. He's cool." Sean says.

"I miss hearing about Honey." Lyla says sadly. "Wish Sean could see that she's basically leading him on."

He was reminded of Honey. Sadie. He didn't know how to react to that at all.

"Maybe he does see but-" Sean spots the two figures. "Lyla,"

"What?" She asks, irritated he didn't finish his sentence.

She looks at Sean, to see him looking over his shoulder. Curious, she looks to see.

"They've been following us since my place." Sean says quietly. "I wonder what they want."

They stop in the middle of the sidewalk, the road Lyla got hit just beside them.

"Let's ask them." Lyla whispers back. She was fully intending to yell at them, before Sean put a finger onto his lips.

"We're not sure they're following us." Sean says quietly, the figures getting closer. "Might be a misunderstanding."

Sean peeks at his phone in his pocket to read the time. 7:31 pm.

Before the people could get too close, they stop a few steps away from them. They had black hoods to cover their faces so Sean couldn't tell who they were.

"What the fuck do you want?" Lyla hisses. A few seconds later Lyla steps back. "Uh, what?"

Sean turns to Lyla, and then to the figures. Were they talking?