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He didn’t know how long he had slept. His head snapped up and he looked around, startled.
Suddenly he remembered what had woken him up. He listened. There. A female voice calling something; no, not something, a name. Sian. The voice was beautiful, sending a glimmer of warmth in his heart. She talked to someone, wasn’t alone. Whoever was with her had probably no idea how precious she had to be. It started to rain, and he heard running footsteps coming closer. She came to stand under the tree, near to where he was sitting, and finally he understood what she said: . “Looks like we’re having a bit of bad luck today. With a bit of luck, Res managed to get home in time. Isn’t far from here. Well, can’t be helped now. I just hope it’ll ease up a bit in the next minutes, or else we’ll have to swim to our home from here.”
Meeting her in the street he would probably have walked past her. But on a closer look she was quite pretty. Maybe she didn’t have the perfect model measures, being a little short, but her blond hair framed her face like a gorgeous silken curtain. She had beautiful lips that slightly curved, as if she were always smiling a little. Yet when he looked at her eyes, everything else became unimportant and meaningless. He was caught by their color, green, a beautiful shade of it, with a little brown glittering around the pupils. Somewhere he’d heard that green eyes indicated an old soul.
Without him even noticing it, Dwane had moved closer to her. Before he could watch her eyes longer, she kneeled down beside her dog that had apparently sensed his presence, just like all the other animals he had met so far. They were the only ones with this ability, however. The next he knew, she abruptly looked up around her. “Hello? Someone there?”, she asked. He was looking, too. There was no one else around, no other sound but the rain. No one else but him!
Could it be possible that she could sense him? No, never! This was impossible, unthinkable.
Before he could think further, he heard her talk to herself. “Don’t panic now, Stella, it will be all right” Dwane realized that something was frightening her out of her wits, so he tried retreating some steps. As soon as he was ten feet away from her, both she and her dog calmed down and went on. He decided to follow them, fascinated by her exceptional reaction. He was sure now it had been him she had felt; couldn’t help but hope. Hope that she as probably the only one in existence might be able to save him, free him from this miserable vegetation. Therefore, when she started running, he matched her speed, keeping a safe distance to ensure she wouldn’t feel and be disturbed so much by his presence again. She never once looked back, but then, it wasn’t as if she could see him, either.