I sat there politely wondering when she would catch me glaring down at her. It never seemed to be this easy, not when I was in school at least. I would have the fear of being humiliated in front of everyone I knew. Now I just look at them while I sit and watch them run towards me to get their chance. This one was elusive, I didn’t really understand why. . .

I could see the curves in her body as she stepped side to side. Her dress was flowing with the wind, dead of winter. Maybe that should of been my first clue, she was dressed for the summer. So I stood up and began a pace towards her, in hopes that I could get her attention by moving around myself. . .

She still didn’t seem to pay much attention to me. I was baffled by the thought that my luck may have been running out and figured it was time to kick up the degree of effort I was making. Her skin was white as snow, innocent as the hearth stone infront of my fireplace. She was beginning to scare me into thinking that I was some sort of ghost to her. . .

My next step would turn out to be the one fatal one in my history that would change things forever. Little did I know how drastically I would be devastated. . .

*~*

A rush of memories went flying through my head as I made a single step towards this wonderous woman before me. It felt like I was leaving reality behind me and entering into a fantasy world infront of me. I quickly glanced to my left and right only to see that my vision was suddenly blurred in both directions, as though time had started to grind to a halt.

“What can this be? Why do I feel so weird?”

My words just seemed to echo vividly along the walls of the buildings. I suddenly felt so alone in a city that I knew to be populated with over a million living souls at any given moment. I could hear nothing but the mere silence of my own voice. . .

*~* To be Continued *~*


Crel Velde

Crel Velde has been a virtual resident of Linden Lab's SecondLife since 2010. Prior to that, he was a resident of ActiveWorlds Alpha World and CyberCity. Currently, he explores the virtual world, roleplays, generally enjoys men's fashion, and owns land in SecondLife. He has been called a helpful resident and is known to play around in the Linden Scripting Language.

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