Her

The breeze made her shiver. She looked at her watch on her delicate wrist and narrowed her eyes. He was late again. The wind picked up again, making her hair fly through the air in all directions. She shivered again, wrapped her coat around her more tightly and huddled close to the wall.

There was clearly a storm brewing. Clouds hid the sun, making it all darker, while mist was beginning to pick up, taking the world with it into a world of grey and fogginess. You could smell it anywhere you went, the smell of rain and water. It was going to be a very big storm.

She couldn't stay there. She knew enough of that place to know that a girl like her wasn't safe for more than ten minutes. A blonde, blue-eyed girl attracted attention everywhere she went, but here she didn't want any one to know where she was, so she covered up her golden curls with a wool hat and put on sunglasses. He had given her those sunglasses so she wouldn't be recognized by anyone.

Now she was really cold and he wasn't arriving. The wind was really blowing up now and she was shivering. It was dark and and shadows went and came, while the lonesome light started to splutter and dim till it finally grew dark. The hour was coming and she knew it. She should have been gone for a long time and still he wasn't there. Sounds were beginning to wake up and you could hear how people began to move around.

It didn't help that the dark alleyway was a very used place for business and deals. That was why she was here, though secretly she just wanted to see him. That was why she was holding on so long, to see his perfect smile coming from his small but defined mouth, his grey eyes, grey as the clouds that had been above her only a few hours ago but firm and harsh, his soft hands that once or twice she had touched accidentally and his well shaped body formed from his many out-jobs and hours at the gym. But she could never tell him that. She could never tell him how desperately in love she was with him because he was perfect, too perfect. And way too superior to her. And he had a girlfriend. She was beautiful, a model, her body shaped to the end with perfect curves, her face defined with high cheekbones and green practically transparent eyes. It wasn't strange that he was going out with her.
She blinked, coming back to reality. More people were wandering around, some of them looking at her strangely. She quickly looked down and tried to remain inconspicuous. Why wasn't he here already? It was going to start raining soon, a few drops were already falling on her light-colored fringe.
An old man hobbled over to her, limping strongly while leaning on an old faded wooden stick. He was getting closer now and she tried to back away but he kept stumbling over to her. She was worried now, her face turned into a frown as she tried to hide that she was afraid. He looked up at her and she saw an old face, filled with wrinkles showing all the years that had passed through him, his eyes were filled with sorrow displaying the many tragedies and disgraces they had seen, carrying the burden with them. So much sorrow were they filled with that it was like they were continually crying, crying in pain. They were eyes that captivated her, that made her yearn for more. They were powerful eyes.

From beneath his coat he pulled his old wrinkly hand, smoothed by the many years of manual work, crushing an old faded piece of paper, with strange writing and held out his hand. He opened his mouth as so to speak, but no words came out, as he was suddenly hit on the head. She looked up with fright as he collapsed on the floor. A masked man had just hit him. She thought quickly and knew she had too escape. And as soon as possible. She knelt down as quickly as she could and grabbed the piece of paper, turned around and fled.

As she began running, she knew she was being followed by the man, as footsteps pattered quickly after her. She couldn't keep running, she knew he was faster than her and probably had much more stamina than her. It was only a matter of time until he caught up with her. She looked around and saw a fire escape on the side of an old building. Desperate as she was, she saw she had no other choice and hurried up, with no way to know if she was going into a worse situation.


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