K A Y L A
I keep my eyes on the golden-haired man as he remains standing in the doorway of the house. He has a soft smile on his face and stares back at me with wonder and amazement before he turns his body to the side slightly, still having his gaze on me.
"W-who... who are you...?" I stutter, keeping my distance from him as I eye him carefully and wait for him to answer me.
"I'm a friend..." The man finally says, a smile still playing on his lips.
"Come..." He then instructs and despite the feeling of familiarity, I feel extremely nervous, being unsure of whether I should follow him or not.
"Wait what about..." I begin, turning back sharply to look at the people around me who still haven't been able to hear me, despite how much I've been trying to get their attention. I feel my bloo
