Hailey

He studied the girl in front of him. The way she walks. The way her hair bounces. Her arms swing. Especially the way she twiddles her fingers while she looks around.

Dominic wondered why he was chosen. Chosen, not being a loner. Chosen, not as the lead dancer. Chosen, not to live such a detestable life.

But chosen, as the only one who can see this beautiful girl-- no, an angel across him. He attempts to grab her wrist. His arm stopped mid-way thinking how preposterous the idea and how pointless that gesture he made and decided retract it. He couldn't do anything. The only thing he could do is to look, and call out her name. He stopped in his tracks.

"Hailey."