Hold me...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Trust me...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Take my hand...

Everything is quiet. 

No souls are about. 

Not even the wind blows on nights like this.

Magically, as if time itself had stopped.

-

That is when you know.

They are out.

However, if you do come to notice the mysterious stillness,

it may already be too late.

....

Yet still, he stands there alone, chills shaking his bones, goosebumps on his skin–waiting, knowing that she is out there among them.