People were colourful. Like oil floating over water, the hues shifted and played over their bodies. She never tired of the sight.
Then she saw him.
Without realizing it, her footsteps followed his through the crowd. She couldn’t lose him even if she tried. It would be like failing to find the sun in a cloudless night sky. And just like Icarus and his wax wings, getting close to the sun was dangerous.
“Who are you and why are you following me?”
The man’s voice brought her back to the present, to the empty park they were in, to the fingers wrapped around her neck. Caught off guard and still dazzled by his brightness, all she could offer was the truth.
And that was how she became friends with an immortal.
Camp NaNoWriMo short story count: 13/31