The rest of the day, I kept a good distance from her. I was scared, for once in my deathly life. I found her giving side glances with a small smile here and there, but she never spoke to me. Why I didn’t leave was my question but deep down I yearned for her voice, a voice to call out to me.

The first day ended as quickly as it began. And soon weeks would follow, my curiosity passing with each hour. But when she approached or seemed to come my way, I’d disappear. Her friends would question as to how far her mind had gotten lost in space. She’d say “hello” to the air, so it seemed, but she meant it for me, a few feet too far away.