Through these woods she walks past. Floating, with all black clothes and with a mask covering her face. Her own face she never once ever wanted to see. Her name was Irene.

She thought "I'm hideous" and never again showed her face. As she walked along a path in the forest, at a distance she was met with a figure. A woman's figure.

As she got closer, finally taking the woman's whole sculpture, she widened her eyes at the view.

"I-" is all she thought, as for her heart? "Dun Dun Dun Dun" is all it went. She wanted to get closer to the woman picking flowers, and so she did. As Irene reached out to try and touch the woman, she slipped. Accidentally falling by a bush, in the process of falling, she lightly grazed a flower with her hand, she looked up to see that now it was dead. 

Her eyes widened in fear and she said; "Death, I forgot..." As she retreats her hand and gets up quickly, now to find the woman staring in her direction, eye to eye, she freezes in shock. After a few minutes, the woman shrugs and says "Huh.." as she turns away and heads to another direction. As for Irene, she followed the "flower" woman with a sadden expression, but at a distance where she wouldn't ruin everything surrounding her. 

Days went by, there was a certain schedule for Irene, she followed "flower" women everywhere she went in the forest. Irene found out the "flower" woman lived in a lake house now, all alone with no one around.

Irene thought to herself "Why does she live alone?" "Is she seriously not scared?" "Sigh.."

As in those months, she wondered if the "flower" woman could see her. She always looked to Irene's way but always made the same "Huh.." reaction, as if she felt something