The girl was walking on a path free of cars, animals, living things and so on. The sound of his footsteps was heard every time the shoes crushed the grass growing green.
Drops of dew soaked his brown boots, making him feel slight chills as the moisture was beginning to penetrate his skin. After so much walking, observing the horizon painted by the stars and the dark blue sky, he leaned back from a tree and regulated his breathing as he slowly slid his body down the trunk of his wooden friend.
A gentle breeze blew causing her chestnut hair to come out of her hairy bun and end in her face, immediately Grace with her right hand removed each and every one of the annoying strands and proceeded to sigh gently ... Her feet felt tired, which untied the braid of his boots and got rid of his shoes. When their naughty fingers felt free, they moved a little, as if they were a living person who was stretching after waking up.
Many at this time will be asking, What does a girl walk in such desolate places?
The answer was simple.
She could roam freely between the world of humans and his, she was the same existence and nothing at the same time ... But she preferred to call herself Grace.
Then, the call resonated.
I did not know how, or why they called her, much less the reason why I could understand perfectly. She only knew that they called her.
His large dark eyes wandered over the horizon, first to the north to continue east and west, moving his head to better see that landscape that prostrated before itself. Until he found a boy standing about 4 meters away from her.
He had a look of loneliness in his eyes. He was empty.
Who was?
