Feet...one behind the other, the fog born into the night and day. You could imagine it advancing from your fingertips as if a bullet had escaped it, though that might only be me. This was all I could see, as well as the leaves, but the fog held my focus until I caught sight of the sky.

Extending your sight down the stretch of the road, it's impossible not to see what they call...heaven, where it might lay. The  dark blue sky with barely any hints of white, lit my way.

Then I realize...

The sweet sound of humming, a voice of a woman... the voice of my mother, another thing I forgot to mention. My mother likes to hum when she wants to prepare me.

The humming hardened my heart as well as my visage, the beauty of my surroundings made by the man above, an opponent of my father... had taken over me.

I felt the feeling leaving my body like a spirit that didn't belong to me. 

I was now at my destination, Josh's house.

*knock kno-"

I barely got to the second knock when the door opened, by Josh. His face showed that he was trying to be mad at me, but he failed when I softened the look on my face.

The look that says, hopelessly attracted to the one my eyes are upon. At this point, I am sure I look and seem, as though I was a walking apology at the way I treated him the other day.

"I uh-"

"Wasn't expecting me?"

I reached for his chest with my index finger and gently pushed him further into his humble abode.

The ground I was standing on didn't feel like tile flooring, it felt like... I looked down.

Sand...

Neither of us decided to comment on it, I am sure on his end, he felt stupid to be weakened by my gaze, and I... Well I was only here for one reason and one reason only.

"Is Chad here?"

He was about to answer, but then he had that jealous look on his face that quickly disappeared, when he remembered that Chad is younger than the both of us.

"He's upstairs..."

Was all he could manage to say, he was being careful with his tone that he didn't allow out, something that would make him look stupid... Or rather, overly jealous.

***

I suppose there is one thing to know about Josh, and that is the fact that he draws.

He had done a drawing of me which I was very surprised with. He was very precise on the outlines of the curves of various parts of my body and he emphasised my flaws which made me look more beautiful. Who would have thought that your flaws would be the very thing that enhances your beauty?

Above all that, he drew me in a kind of clothing that I expected. By borrowing that book, why would he not be familiar with our kind of attire?

The important thing is, he's way too  besotted to believe the signs around him.

The clothing consisted of a dark blue  cloak, the hood is up. The way he drew it on my head, you could see the red color on the inside...precision to the way the material falls on either side of my face.

The Peter Pan collar, had cut out designs that were also red. The cloak was open to reveal a blue dress a few shades down from the shade of the cloak, it was laced shut all the way down to my navel. Form fitting where the lace stopped, and my pale hands were holding the cloak and the dress off the ground whilst I look to the left, as though I trusted no one.

"It would be cool if you decide to sleep here instead of going home..."

I couldn't see if his eyes held want, or regret that he had asked... because they weren't hot on mine, he was looking at the window behind. His window was in the direction of where my humble abode lies, I still had the drawing in my hand.

I ran my fingers over my attire, I turned to him. He seemed a lot more comfortable being around me, perhaps this was because he was in the comfort of his room.

I realized that I was falling for his change of demeanor.

"I'd like that..."

My voice did not sound like my own, it was softened, the way it would  when you had been romantically affected.

My mother started to hum in my mind and my eyes flashed like flashlights, the light of the color of my eyes.

There it was, the fear that I yearned for. The look on his face that would remind me why I was here.

***
Josh was fast asleep.

Taking my weight off the bed, I walked through the door not wanting him to rise in suspicion.

In smoke form, I swam underneath his door... Looking around the room to see if he had purchased the stone.

His breathing was steady, the humming was gone and for a minute I was back at that stop light.

The anger grew and gave birth to it's increasing strength, he will dream of the day he had murdered me, the vivid gruesome images he will see.

He stirred in his bed at the traumatic memory, and a smirk crept to my face. He shot straight up and screamed, frantically looking around his room... I refrained back to my smoke form.

Low at the foot of his bed.

"J-j-josh!"

He stuttered as I rised from the floor.

"Josh!"

He cried, rocking back and forth with his knees up to his chest... I escaped before Josh could get here.

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