She saw him there, walking in the outskirts of the community just the way he used to. His limbs, long and toned, would move with the utmost grace and care. Which seemed almost ridiculous to her… why would he be walking in enemy territory trying to keep a nice appearance? Not even she wanted him here anymore.
This angered her. She had to get to the bottom of this. Why? Why was he back, after yelling at her, telling her she was a mistake and… how deep did all of this go? What was she missing?
He once told her to continue looking at things with a human perspective, that she’d find the answers to her questions much quicker if she continued down that path. Was that what she was doing wrong? Had her perspective changed after all this time without him? Without a constant simple factor in this mess of an equation, was it impossible to come to a conclusion?
His lazer red eyes turned away from her and he disappeared like a shadow as the sun goes down on a warm summer evening. May sighed, what could she do to prevent herself from making a mistake now? The new her would go back to sleep and pretend she never saw him, but the foolish human her would definitely run after the person she just could not possibly forget. The one who had screamed and yelled and drove away. The one who finished her off.
Once again, sighing to add to the affect, she threw on a coat (the sun was setting) and her surprisingly unworn boots (Eileen must have taken them, against May’s will, to be restored) and walked out the door and down the steps. The thick mugginess of the air after the thunderstorm and the slightly damp brick roads greeted her. She walked casually, hands in pockets, eyes barely focused on the ground, until she got maybe a mile away from home. The blurry ground changed occasionally, from brick roads to dirt roads to just patches of smashed grass and sand.
She followed where she only could guess he’d been. She felt the presence of shadow boy, his red eyes and wise mind destroying the world around him without even wanting to. While letting her body feel for his presence, she let her mind go wild, trying to figure out the human perspective. Her mind was turned into a train, memory train, in which she was the conductor. Sitting at the front of the train, she watched all of her life go by, all the choices, the feelings. Suddenly she was at a break in the tracks, and she had lost her directions. This choice was to be made solely on her own.
She heard his thoughts for just a mere second, maybe only a word or two. She stopped, focused her vision, and through the dark she could see an even darker figure facing the ocean. She had walked so far! And managed to find him!
