Chapter 6
Darren
I should have been scared. Terrified. A stranger had entered my room, watching me from the shadows—capable of doing me any number of nightmarish harms… Yet, I wasn’t. Not even close. As I read my aunt’s description of her mysterious visitor, something strange happened as his image became clear in my mind. I could picture the jet-black locks framing his face, as clear as if he was sitting on the bed beside me. I could see his pale face glowing in the lamplight and I could feel the intensity of his green-eyed stare. And it wasn’t just that I thought that I knew what he looked like, I did know. I knew what his voice would sound like, and I knew how he laughed. I knew, without wonder or curiosity, that he would look the same today as he had looked then. I remembered him, this boy I’d never met and what’s more, though I couldn’t explain it, sitting here alone made it suddenly undeniable—somehow, I actually missed him.