Jul 8, 2015
wherethelonelyonesroamed
No, no, this was all wrong. Something about the girl had unnerved him, but stirred a sense of nostalgia inside him all the same. And he knew he had never seen her before in his life, yet the curtain of dark hair that fell behind her seemed only too familiar, like a fleeting image in one of those vivid dreams he had. Against his better judgement, he called out to her. “E-excuse me! Have we... met before?”