PROLOGUE
Footsteps, loud ones too. They walk over puddles splashing in the rain, causing tiny ripples in each one.
Splash, splash, splash.
Until,
it stops.
“what the fuck do you want”
He speaks up. The man who’s been causing all the ruckus in the rain looks at you in the eyes, dead. He’s expecting an answer.
“Not going to talk to me?” he scoffs.
“You’ve been watching me walk through the damn rain and you won’t even tell me why the hell why?” he tilts his head back in disbelief, annoyed.
“whatever, just leave me alone” He says, as he walks past your figure in the rain, his trench coat covering his suit floating a little.
How dramatic.
The thing is, you’re not actually there. you’re only reading the story but somehow he sees you in his world. He knows you’re there, watching his story unfold.
Though he doesn’t know there’s a story to begin with, he just thinks you’re some creepy stalker, at least.
