Spookychild’s writings

He was fifty feet away before he looked up at Kia. She knew instantly it was him. The image of him was seared into her brain. He continued coming her way but now he was watching her as he walked. Still Kia did not move. She told herself to move, do something. Do not just stand there like a moron and wait for him. But she did not move. Dixon turned and spotted the man coming towards them. His tail moved, happily. It was a person and he liked people. He did not get to meet many strangers, only getting a few walks a week. But he liked most anyone he came across.
Kia was struggling to breathe steadily as she watched him come closer. It could not really be, could it? But she knew that her memory was accurate and as he neared her suspicions were confirmed.
Brenttyn stopped about ten feet away. Dixon tugged a little in his direction. Still Kia did not dare to move. She stood there as if she had grown roots and was now part of the forest. She would not speak first. Let him speak. He was the one that had followed her. He had to be following her. She had come out for a walk, not to find him. So, let him break the silence.
“Hello, Kia.” He said, after a long moment of silence.
Kia’s heart leapt and she smiled without meaning to. He remembered her name. “Hello Brenttyn.” She forced herself to say. Though she wanted him to keep talking.
“How are you today?” He asked, shifting his weight from one foot to another.
“I’m fine. And how about you?” She said. This was her standard answer to this question. No matter how she felt or who she was talking to. But today and at this moment she was feeling fine. It was not really a lie, though often it was.
“I’m good. But are you okay?” He asked, searching her face.
“Don’t you believe me?” She asked, tilting her head.
“Do you blame me? You were not okay last night.” He said. He took a step towards her and Dixon’s tail started to wag again.
“Well, it is always like that. It is not constant. It comes and goes. Don’t you ever get to feeling sad? Like it would be better here without you?” she felt like she was talking in a dream now. She must be dreaming. That was why she had a buzzing in her ear. This was not happening. She could not be having a conversation with someone trying to explain how she felt. She wanted to punch herself, but she could not. The heavy coat was too thick. Beside he would see and wonder about it.