She had dark ginger hair and when she came closer he caught her eyes color.
Unique. They were amber.
"Is there something on my face? "She asked, while touching it.
"No, what do you want?" He asked. The rudeness was clear in his voice.
She cleared her throat.
"I'm following you home. To your house."
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The Light For My Darkness
Short Story#301 in short story. She was his light but he didn't realize. He was the darkness that couldn't be seen. Light crosses darkness. Darkness meets light. Will he reject his light? Cover by me. All Right Reserved©
