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.