A Nightly Walk


it’s dark outside. All you can see is the darkness of the night, and here and now a tiny spot of light, trying to fight it’s way out of the black and ever present darkness.

There’s barely enough light to show the silhouette, moving in the dark. The streetlamps cast a shadow on the cold abandonned street. Black All Stars are moving on the hard street. Long blonde hair is blowing in the wind. You can barely see her. Her face is hidden in her scarf, her hair blowing over her black leather jacket.

She walks, step by step, embracing the darkness that surrounds her. Looking up at the full moon, feeling a strange connection with it. It feels… familiar. Safe. Known.

When she gets to the intersection with the forest on her right, she hesitates. The forest is her favourite place in the neighborhood. It’s the place where she goes to , when life gets too much too handle. It’s her harbor of peace and quite.

She hesitates.

The trees seem to invite her to walk on the path made with little rocks, sparkling as the light of the full moon shines on it. Their leaves were whispering to her, asking her to join them. Inviting her in.

She slowly took one step onto the path. She could hear the rocks crack underneath her shoe. The moon showed her the way she knew so well.

She walked.

A feeling of coming home came into her heart. She felt safe. A feeling she hadn’t been experiencing for far too long.

Admiring the beauty of the night, she smiled. Softly, mysteriously.

She thought off all the good times she has had there, beneath those trees. On the small bridge next to the  stream that ran through the forest.

Trying to forget about the bad times, when she’d been sitting there, crying her heart out.

She continued her walk, sometimes stopping for just a second. To pick up a tiny little flower, which had just opened.

She reached the bridge and sat down.



Not a sound was heard, not a sound at all, just the peace and quiet of the night.

When suddenly , out of the stillness, there came a figure.

Slowly moving towards the bridge.

Her heart began to race. She held her breath as she watched the figure coming closer towards her with every step.

“And what might it be that brings a young little girl into the forest at night?”, a slightly mocking voice asked.

She swallowed once before answering.

“I come here often really, just never had the opportunity to come here at night. Even though it’s even more beautiful in the dark.”

“Sure is”, the mocking voice said again, a bit more kind this time. Understanding almost.

“But the night brings more than only beauty, it has dangers in it as well.” He said, smirking, “just have a look at this situation, a little girl, innocent, defenceless. How do you know that I’m not dangerous?” He smiled a wide grin.

“Maybe I’m not as defenceless as you think I am”, she replied. “And what is your reason to be here, if I may ask?”

There was a laugh. “I have my reasons to be out here at night. Let’s just keep it to that.”

She tried to see what he looks like, see his face. But he hid himself in the shadows of the trees. Remaining a mystery.

“Well, I better get going,” she said as she got up, “my parents might have noticed that I’m not in the house and the last thing I need right now is to get into even more trouble than I already am.”

“I understand,” he said, as he gently nodded his head, “it was nice meeting you…?”

“Elenia”, she said as she answered his unspoken question.

“Damian”, he introduced himself, making an elegant bow.

“It was nice meeting you as well Damian, too bad I won’t see you again.”

“Oh,” he smiled, “I wouldn’t be too sure of that”, he said as he turned and disappeared in the dark.

This is the first part of a story that I’m writing, I hope you like reading it, please feel free to leave a comment if you do, letting me know that I should continue writing the story.

Because  it’s you guys that are keeping it alive 


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