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A faint clap of thunder, Clouded skies, Perhaps rain will come.
If so, will you stay here with me?
He saw you, every day, at the park. A bench and a half away, always reading a book, sketching, or simply staring out into the horizon. The park, for the most part, was calm, quiet, and void of people. Those who chose to come here often had some troubles, or needed time away from others.
This was a place where memories were made and forgotten, problems solved and where imaginations ran wild.
Despite the trash that littered the dirt path and the dreary willow branches that hung over the river, Aizawa found this place calming, more than anything else.
'Really? This is where you chose to hide?'
You froze. The voice came from right in front of you. Male. Deep. Instinct overcame thought and you rolled to the side, just in time to avoid the scarf whipping out to ensnare you. Air whistled past your cheek. Legs pumping, you tore out of the alley and around the corner. This area of town was deserted at night. High-rise buildings turned the sky into a grid of star-dotted black, like a giant game of Pacman.
And you had your very own Ghost.
Gotta collect that cherry, you thought. You didn't spare the breath to laugh at your own joke. He would be right on your tail, or circling around to cut you off. A cross-section approached. Left, or right? No. Straight on