Velehel'e had never been asked out before, but knew this wasn't the right way to do it-- if that's what this was. She looked up at the strange girl, her face trying to retain a polite smile as confusion threatened to overtake it.
"I'm sorry...did I hear that right?"
The girl stepped forward, and sighed, as if Velehel'e was the one acting strange. "I said, you're going on a walk with me."
Velehel'e blinked, and adjusted her glasses-- though they would offer little encouragement in return. "Oh...well, I don't really know you, maybe if-"
"We're going, now." The stranger thrust a hand out towards her, palm up, inviting her to take it.
She wasn't sure why she took the girl's hand. She hesitated, sure, but she had had higher expectations of herself. Why would she simply accept the command of a stranger? Stranger, still, was the sensation. The girl's hand felt light, soft, almost like...
Almost like air. The space without her, as she disappeared-- suddenly and miraculously. Velehel'e cradled the empty space for a moment, in stunned, perplexed silence, before the wind sighed for her-- and she let her hand fall back to her lap, limp and heavy. Had she imagined it? Was it just the trick of a lonely mind, seeking something in the spaces between her and an empty reality?
Slowly, she stood up, and gave a parting glance to the space that was momentarily a girl.
She needed a walk..
Imagine being so lonely that you start having conversations with figments of your imagination. Couldn’t be me. … So anyways, Ocea, what were you saying about me needing to see a doctor?
Of course, who would do such a thing?