by: Isla Hugh
I walked through
the alleyway, my shoes were wet, soaking my feet to the bones. The rain is
falling heavily, plummeting straight towards the slowly watery pathway. The
droplets of water blurred my glasses, but I can still saw the retreating figure
in front of me, walking in a steady pace, shielded from the dropping rains by a
black umbrella.
I fastened my
pace, catching up with the figure, my whole body shook, due to the chipping
cold weather and nervousness.
Yes, I was
nervous.
The figure in
front of me turned to the left.
I followed her.
She turned to the
right.
I copied her
movements.
But, I am not a
stalker.
I just wanted to keep
her safe.
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