The world bled in black as I sat in the humid, Western fields. No one was around, no animals crying, no insects buzzing. It was starkly quiet, and it scared me half to death. I sit here alone with my thoughts with my book, untouched, beside me.
I look to the sky and see nothing but darkness; the stars weren't out, and the moon was hiding in the dark clouds above. The only thing that was moving was the tall trees, whose branches were swaying with the wind, and clashing each other's browning leaves. The wind began to howl; it wasn't a calming wind, yet it was a crisp breeze, chilling my milky skin just the same.
And then, the cool breeze dispersed, and the muggy warmth returned to my dark little world. My tight white blouse began sticking to me, as well as my black jeans. Knowing that I am alone I start to peel out of my restraining clothes and hung them on a branch nearby. My brunette tresses met with the wind, dancing and lightly swaying back and forth, clashing onto my face. I intake the sweet smell that is mid summer, and let out a soothing exhale followed by a smile.
I come to these fields to gather up my thoughts, be it about family, or love. These fields were, once upon a time, filled with life, but not now. It was completely dark. I can see my hand in front of my face, but the fields were rather blackened. Outside of how the fields looked, were my attire. Never have I been in this place with my clothes staying on; never in the summer. No one comes here, and it's best when it's secluded, so I can be alone with my thoughts . . . . at least I thought I was alone.
From a distance, I hear the galloping of horseshoes. At a steady pace it came my way; I turn to my clothes and reach out for them, but something told me not to. What, I didn't know, so I stayed at my position. Suddenly, along with the gallops, came water trickling down my shoulders, then a powerful clash of thunder soon followed.
Perfect; I was met to face whoever was coming towards me, and now rainfall. The rain poured down harder, and the galloping abruptly stopped. “Who's there?” I cry. My only response was the sound of footsteps coming my way. The sound of 'stay here, boy,' was very faint, but it rang in my ears, sharp as a tack.
Again, I stood my ground, waiting on the stranger to come forward. “I say, who's there?” Through the rain and the thunder, whoever it was did not hear me; I can still hear his footsteps approaching. Ever so slowly, a figure came to view: I see a man of 5'7 coming towards me wearing a red plaid shirt, torn blue jeans, and he was barefoot.
He was not wet, but when he came to me, he was immediately drenched. And here I stand, naked before him; I became a crimson red when I saw him grin. “So, natural shower, I see?” he says to me. I shake my head, and look away. “Listen, you don't have to be frightened of me, sweetheart,” he said in a slight Southern drawl, which I found amusing, seeing as though I've never met a Westerner up close and personal.
“I'm not afraid...it's just...I was...” he walked closer to me, and the first thing that stood out were his striking clear blue eyes. His eyes were like...like blue topaz, glistening and radiant. How they stood out in the dark of night, I'll never know.
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