11 March 2013
I sat down on my bed and decided to wait for you to come back before I asked if you were hungry.
1 minute passed - You were silent 3 minutes passed - You didn't come back 5 minutes passed - I was getting restless 7 minutes passed and I decided to go look for you
I found you in my mum's room, looking out of her window. The lights were off and I decided to join you. "What are you doing?" I asked but you just hushed me.
You were watching something outside. No, not something. Someone.
He, or she, was wearing a large black trench coat with the hood up. You said, "What is she doing here?" "Who?" Was my reply but I knew. Everyone knew.
The way she walked. The way she talked. The way she pined for you. The time she was yours. Everyone knew her and everyone knew she hated me. With a passion.
And why was this? Because she knew we were close and getting closer and she didn't like it.
Then she started to move closer and, at the same time, we realised it wasn't her at all. It was someone completely different. And they were on a mission.
The Girl Next Door:4 • Opuss № I