I keep seeing him. Every time I look outside I see glimpses of him in the trees. A quick flash of his suit or his hands but I never see his face. Always his face is hidden from me. I'm tempted to go out there. Just to see his face. It calls to me. The rest of my family doesn't see him. They never see him. They don't believe me.
~Dalia Nocktre
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