As Our Worlds Collide

Sundown

It had almost been an hour, but Stella was not aware of that. She was still writing, and every now and then she'd spot a butterfly, or a ladybug, or a squirrel, and start smiling.

Humans are unique- so unique that sometimes they don't even realize it. It's strange how when a person's feeling extremely down, some certain moments and details can make them so happy- it's because when a person faces some sort of tragedy or misfortune, they long to see something beautiful- or someone with some positive, happy vibes. It's either because those certain things or people brush off their worries and sadness even if it's for a few seconds, or because they give them some sort of comfort; because when one's feeling sad they also feel extreme discomfort with it, whether that discomfort is with themselves, others, or at a certain place. Those are the kinds of things people like to keep around, because when you don't have them, everything falls apart- and because when you don't have them, life loses its meaning. Stella didn't have anyone that gave her comfort. Her only source of comfort was that forest, and she'd only be reminded of that when she visited it.

Stella started to feel as if it was getting late, and started collecting her possessions and placing them back into her purse. Suddenly, she heard a noise.

She looked around herself immediately, but with little or no panic at all, considering she's been there so many times and have come across a lot of animals, especially squirrels and frogs. She got up and started walking towards the noise, because she was curious, and wanted to see what was causing it.

But moments later the noise started to feel louder and heavier, like footsteps coming closer and closer, and it didn't take her long to realize it wasn't an animal; it was a person.