Hey guys! Part Four is here!! For all of you guys actually waiting for it haha. I hope you enjoy!!
He hadn’t been at the coffee shop all week. He hadn’t been anywhere all week. It was driving me insane. I had asked everyone I knew and no one seemed to know exactly who I was talking about. I was beginning to think I had made it all up. Maybe it had been a dream. No, no, it couldn’t have been a dream. He was… too real. I couldn’t have dreamed up the little imperfections of his face. I couldn’t dream up the slope of his nose or the dark circles under his eyes. I wasn’t smart enough to dream up something like that.
Gosh, I sounded like romance book.
I didn’t know where else to look for him. My town was small, there was really nowhere to hide.
I decided a walk was in order. To think of somewhere that I hadn’t checked yet. I left my house early in the morning, slipping on sandals and making sure the creaky back door didn’t wake up my mother. Then I ran all the way to the forest, which was across the street. No one else liked the forest, say it’s haunted. They’re right, there’s something about it that’s not right. The lighting was always too bright and the birds always singing too loud. The whole forest always stands still, as if waiting. Waiting for what I’m still not sure.
Despite all this, the forest drew me to it. There’s something about the millions of over saturated flowers that makes me walk in the fields of it’s too soft grass. It’s also completely private, not another soul dared to wander out here. It was my own little world.
My feet crunched on old leaves and small twigs and I pulled my shoes off, one by one. My hair hung down to my waist, gathering heat at the base of my neck. I took a deep breath and let the feeling of the too perfect forest spill onto me. I sat on a log and watched a squirrel run across a meadow, its little legs jumping high to clear the grass.
I sat there for a long while, then stood up quickly. I felt the need to walk again, my bare toes hyper aware of the small stones buried beneath the weeds. My fingers extended to pluck a flower and twirl it. I walked slowly, just wandering.
But I wandered for a long while.
And soon I had no clue where I was. The light seemed to be fading from the trees. The color from the flower in my hands seemed to have the color drained out of it. I frowned, my steps slowing until I was standing still. The grass seemed to have a sudden drop off, I walked over to it. My breath was coming in short bursts. What was I so scared of? Nothing was there, I wasn’t in danger.
The grass ended suddenly, just gone. Down below it, I wasn’t sure, I couldn’t see anything. It was just black as far as I could tell. I crept a little closer to the edge, my toes curling around the edge. I couldn’t find my breath as I looked down, it was so deep, so endless. It reminded me of Erlik’s eyes. I licked my lips and leane forward just slightly, my hair hanging into the abyss.
I felt something to shift under my bare toes.
Before I realized what’s happening. I felt the soft earth drop from underneath me. I let out the beginning of a scream. It’s cut off by a yanking of my arm and tugging of my sweater.
My breath came back to my lungs as I turned to find what grabbed me. My brows furrowed when I see what it is. Who it is.
“You?” I murmured, he dropped my arm.
“Let’s not go down there alright?” Erlik grabed the corner of my sleeve and lead me further from the edge. I nod, frowning at him. There’s something different about him. His face hallower and his hair dishelved. His shoulders sagged and he looked like he was struggling to hold himself up. I frown. Where has he been?