In the haunted darkness he called for her, his voice no more audible than the rustle of the wind between the leaves over their heads.  He stepped where she stepped, a heartbeat behind; the barest of an outline against the starlit sky - a shadow, and no more.  He had been calling to her for days, weeks even; and she adamantly ignored him.  He'd gotten closer and closer until there was barely a breath of space between them, and still she denied him.  He was insistent, though, and was certain she would have no choice soon.

She couldn't dismiss him forever.

The End

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