Dark Light by S. L. Jennings

Author:S. L. Jennings [Jennings, S. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9781482016932
Publisher: CreateSpace
Published: 2012-10-28T00:00:00+00:00

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Walking to work the next morning I chide myself for feeling disappointed that I didn't run into Chance last night. I have one major rule in my life that protects me. I don't allow myself to care about other people. Being close to someone means I have to feel too much and I can't afford any more pain in my life. I also receive stronger signals when I touch people, so I try to avoid all physical contact when possible.

I wonder what Chance's gift is. Whatever it is, it must be one of the few good ones left. I find myself yearning to touch him again and to get lost in the serenity it brings. Stop it Austin! I chide myself. I do not need to get mixed up with Chance; after all, if the Ghost Reapers are after him, he must be running from something awful.

My eight hour shift goes by mindlessly fast at the cafe. I found myself watching for Chance even against my better judgment. He didn't show up. When the clock strikes ten in the evening, I pull off my apron; throw on my coat and head out the door into the chilly night. My body aches and groans from the long shift and the usual pain I receive from those around me. I can feel the medicine begin to wear off and I hope to make it home quickly as to avoid any additional reception of signals from passersby’s.

I step up my pace when I turn on the street of my residence. I live in an extremely small efficiency. The building is rather run down but the walls are thick with concrete, which blocks signals from the other tenants in the. That's all I can ask for these days.

I enter the building and head up the stairs towards my flat but stop midway when I see a shadowed figure standing near my door. It's not uncommon to see a petty thief in my building. I don't usually worry much about them though since I don't own anything of value. Even still, my heart picks up it's pace knowing there is a stranger nearby. I quietly reach my hand into my purse to grab out a can of pepper spray that I carry just in case. Clutching it in my hand, I cautiously continue to ascend the stairs. When I reach the top of the steps the stranger steps into the light. A rush of relief swooshes through me as I stare at Chance in wonderment.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I promised I would come back." He says then looks down at my hand and continues, "Whoa, I can leave if you would like me to."

I look down at the pepper spray that I'm clutching. I quickly put it away in my purse then look back up towards him purposefully avoiding eye contact. Not that I don't want to experience that elated feeling again, but I need some answers first. "How do you know where I live Chance?"

"I followed you home last night.

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