La Luna [H.S]

Paranoid. That feeling that all eyes are tracking your every move. That feeling of discomfort due to the fact that some horrendous event is going to direct you straight into a dangerous, lonely situation. A dark cloud hovering over your head, controlling your every thought. For all these things were grown accustomed to her. She felt as if without these things she wasn't quite her true self. But this was not what she was feeling. For she was an indifferent girl, that for certain, but this was not her usual doomsday aura. She knew he was there. She could feel his energy. He watched her from the shadows. Admired her from a distance. He yearned to get to know who she really was, but with him came along his darkness.