Title-less Story Ch. 1Chapter One
That night was a cold one. I saw her - standing - in the middle of the street, her hospital blues torn and tattered, dampened by the rain sheeting down around us. Her hair hung limply before her face. I could not identify her.
She stood beneath a street lamp. Its puddle of light seeped out into the cracks of the street and snaked sluggishly toward me. The rest of the city was dark and we stood isolated in our own dim little worlds, casting shadows.
After what seemed like an eternity of a ridiclously short moment. She looked up and stared straight at me. But did she see me? Instead she blinked. Once. Twice. Leaving the safety of