There she was. Standing in the ally between town shops. Always somewhere dark. Always staring right at me. And always giving my this odd feeling that I could never describe no matter how many times I felt it.

She gave me a ominous smile. I felt the feeling again. Like nausea and anxiety combined. Then she vanished. I hugged my jacket tighter in the fall air and looked for a distraction.

The next day I was in a market. She stood between the apples and oranges. Did that mean something, or was I romanticizing life. Both. We shared a quick laugh before I turned and left. There was something oddly stunning about her. Like the dark mystery of her as just.....beautiful. Yes, my beautiful darkness. 

I was at the park. She stared sideways at me. I felt The Feeling again. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to know her. I took a step towards her. She stepped back. Not afraid, but playing.

She was playing a game with me. Fine, I too will play. I stepped back. She stepped forward. She laughed, silently. I gave her a half smile. She mirrored me. I tousled with my long. brown hair. She did the same with her Afro.

Quickly, I took two steps forward, and one back. She mirrored, or no, reacted. I smiled. Suddenly, she shot forward. My stomach did a back flip as she landed on top of me. I was pinned to the ground, but I was not afraid.

The smile melted from her mouth. She looked seriously at me, then leaned forward. Our faces were so close. My heart skipped a beat.

I have not seen beautiful darkness since the park. Just thinking about it makes my ears burn. What happened? Was she a predator? Is that how she finished her prey? Sealed with a kiss? I wanted to laugh. I am going crazy, aren't I?

I think I saw her today. A snip of her hair, and glance of her green bomber jacket in my peripheral vision. I thought I even saw her brown eyes in the sea of people. Finding her will be the end of me.

Oh my Beautiful Darkness. I am naming this book after you. Maybe you will find it. Maybe you will see what you have done to me. You have destroyed me. You have torn me to shreds. With one kiss you have ripped my being apart.  But truth be told, I would not change it for the world.

I saw you. I know I did. Of course you already know that, because you waved. Your clothes seem dirty. Is that why you left? Or is it a clue? Please allow me to speak with you. I long for you. You haunt my dreams.

You said you are saving me. From what? What are you saving me from? I know my tone won't communicate through words but I am furious. What ever is hunting you I will help. I will shelter you and defend you. It is not to dangerous. Please. Please. I hope my tears do not smudge the ink. My Beautiful Darkness, I love you.

So you are reading the book. You grabbed my arm today and pulled me into the ally. You told me that whatever is hunting you is too dangerous. You said that "It won't hurt you. It can't hurt you."

"What ever it is is stronger than I am, and It will destroy you." You said. "I can't have you in the way, because it will do anything to kill me. If it kills you, that is a punishment worse than death. I love you too Alli. More than you will ever know. And my name is Cierra, not My Beautiful Darkness."

You laughed, and even then the tears shone in your eyes. You wiped my watering eyes and grabbed my hands. Tears streaked down our faces, yet we smiled.

You are in my house. You showed up on my door step and said you needed me. That you can't do it on your own and that you were wrong. Your clothes were filthy, all muddy and odd smelling, yet the first thing I did was hug you. Right now you are in the shower, cause boy do you need it. 

I almost asked how you knew where I lived, but then i realized that you read this so you already knew. Cierra, what ever happens I am here for you. You do not need to hid anything from me. I know that this sounds crazy but its true. I love you, Cierra.

I wont be writing for a while, Cierra. We basically live together for over four months so documenting my findings of you would be a bit mundane. Cierra ate cereal with me for breakfast. Cierra liked the book I gave her.

Anyways, whatever is hunting you has not shown up yet, and won't for a while. You said it will come though. Until then, it would be my pleasure to enjoy this boring, mundane life with you. I love you Cierra.

I love you too, Alli.

  This story will have a part two.......