I wasn't supposed to bump into this lady with purple hair and eyes, especially where, but I did. I knew not to trust strangers, but I trusted her. Why...? Her taking liking to me seemed strange. Very strange. Yet I still followed her and now I'm standing in front of her house with my mouth wide open... Her house is like a throwback to centuries ago, the stuff shown only in history books. The woman looks at me, silent for a bit before speaking.

"...are you going to come in?"

"Yeah, sorry,"

I kept saying sorry. I don't know why. It's like how I trusted her earlier... There was something about her that was familia-...Of course...the guilt was coming back to me. Welp, it makes sense I guess...Now I really should stop saying sorry. It's going to show there's something wrong.

"It's fine." She said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

She opened the door and walked inside. I followed close behind her.

Her home was much more modern looking than the outside. But there was one thing that stood out. A symbol on this old looking bookshelf. I couldn't see the symbol properly but it looked familiar.

The woman cleared her throat. "You can sit down.."

I listened to her and sat down on her sofa, not wanting to seem rude. She sat down across me.

"...what's your name?" she asked, tilted her head as she did so.

"Connla, you?"

"Ericha."

Ericha...an interesting name.

"...you seem to have a short attention span. Too addicted to a phone?" Ericha said.

Did...did she think I was a teenager?

"Uhhh, I'm not a teenager. I'm an adult,"

She seemed surprised, her voice hiding her true feelings though. "Oh."

"It's fine. May I ask, what makes me seem...interesting that you wanted to talk to me?"

"The pink hair. It's not a usually thing to see hair like that here,"

Huh. My hair interested her. How old was she? I probably shouldn't ask that though, that would be rude. I looked at her clothing, my eyes trailing up the dark blue dress she was wearing. It was covered in quite alot of lace. She had a belt with some strings with stars hanging from it. My gaze continued to rise until I realised that I was staring at the exposed skin of her chest that her dress didn't cover. My heart began to race Why was it racing? No, I can't be falling for another person. No way...what about him. Ericha looked at me confused.

"...Are you alright?"

I nodded.

She really must be either really old or disconnected from reality taken as she didn't understand why I was blushing.

"Hm. Okay." Her facial expression remained cold, like how it was when we met.

We sat in silence for a bit before she spoke again.

"Do you want to see my boot collection...?"

I nodded before pausing. Boots. Boots. I started shaking. Boots. I could feel it all come back to me. The memories reappearing. The trauma resurfacing. I clutched my skirt tightly, my nails digging into the skirt so hard I could feel it on my skin underneath. I could see her get up. Her mouth moving. But I couldn't hear anything she was saying. I could hear footsteps. The footsteps. The shouting. The screaming. The cries. His voice. I could see it all. The guns. The blood. The chasing. The bodies. All of it.