Chilling

Chapter 1

Him

She was sitting on the bench with her knees pulled to her chest, hiding her beautiful face. Small movements gave it away—she was crying. I wanted to walk over there and hold her close to me, tell her it's okay and that she'll get through this. Whatever this was. But sadly, I couldn't.
I knew her. But the thing is, she didn't know me. We never actually met. But I hope that one day we will. I first saw her several months ago, in a coffee shop. It was just a coincidence but I'm glad she caught my eye. she was scribbling on some thick, worn out notebook. She had some earbuds in and it was like the world didn't exist around her. I loved her expressions. I took careful notice in the way she wrote and almost every expression she wore. I felt myself getting lost in watching her write with such passion. The way her eyebrows furrowed together like she was angry and focused. But then her face would soften and she'd smile. Her smiles never really lasted and almost every time they were replaced with sadness or anger. I was obsessed with wanting to know the story she was writing or at least which ever that story had been. Ever since I saw her, I never stopped looking for her in crowds or at a store. I tried to always visit that coffee shop just to catch another glimpse of her or sit down and watch her go. I'd be lucky some days and I'd find her in the exact same spot, in the right corner by some windows.
Today was different, sort of. I found her in her usual spot and I was able to catch a seat two tables back. But I noticed a certain emotion she carried as she wrote. It was completely different then what I've seen previously. It wasn't just sadness, there was something off... something wrong.
My heart sped up when I noticed her pack up. For some reason, I felt worried. I was aware she had her demons that she dealt with, I'm sure she was going through a lot. But I couldn't get over her expression. So, with something in my heart I've never felt before, I followed her.
She led me to this bench, where I stood behind a corner for the past half hour.
She was gripping her hair, like she was being tormented. What ever she was thinking was getting worse because she kept shrinking to herself until she was in a ball sobbing.
I stood there, puzzled, wondering what happened. I was trying to decide whether or not to go up to her. But what if I went up to her and she freaked out. I was only a stranger to her anyway.
As if she knew she was being watched she abruptly looked up and checked her surroundings. I shrunk back and held in a breath.
She wiped her cheeks with the sleeve of her coat and ran her fingers underneath her eyes. She got up and took her jacket off, tying it around her waiste. She was now wearing what looked to be a very thin long-sleeved white shirt. She then adjusted her shoulder bag tightly while pulling out some earphones. And with no warning to anyone she just darted off in a fast sprint.
Of course it would be silly to try and continue to follow her. So, I turned around, defeated. I began the long walk to my house.