The flame intrigued Kyle, its irregularities and uneven shape enveloping his gaze. He liked the warmth of it, the ephemeral smoke rings it emanated, and the—
Yep, he just put the match against the palm of his hand. An agonized grunt left him as he tossed the match away, his hand brought up to his mouth where he kept it and sobbed for a moment. He stomped his foot in a small tantrum, smashing the match underneath his boot as he rocked himself in place in what seemed to be an upright fetal position.
Ah—New Orleans. It was her fresh start in her new life. Kateirna felt like there was a whole otherworldly vibe to the home of such a wonderful culture.
Speaking of otherworldly vibes, the blonde had felt like she was being pulled to somewhere she was clueless about. Truly, she had passed by the same building nine times throughout the day. Had the complex been following her & moving as she moved? Unlikely, of course, but that’s what it felt like. Each time she passed by, the stronger the pull to go inside would be. & her tenth time around the building was the time she had given into her sixth sense. Now she felt as if she was going to regret every moment of it.
Her sensitive nose could smell the sweet scent of a lit match from miles away. She walked down the lonely corridor and followed the fading fragrance until she reached a room that seemed to be plain: white walls, wood floors, a green sofa, and a small wooden chair with a plain area rug in the middle of the room. She was caught completely off guard when she saw a random blond boy who looked awfully distraught & afraid.
Slowly, the woman’s maternal instincts were brought out. A warm grin grew on her pale skin, hiding the genuine fear she had. Who knew what was wrong with this boy? He could have been a psycho & she wouldn’t know. She inched her way over to him with soft gestures of peace coming from her hands.
“Hello,” she said with smooth tones in her voice. “A—are you alright? I’m not going to hurt you.”