Snipet #14

Percy made a quick decision the day he first noticed Evelyn. The storm was raging, yet she was leaving, and he wasn't about to let the moment end quite so abruptly. He wanted to know everything about her, he wanted to feel her hand in his, to disappear into the depths of her, and he couldn't do that standing rooted to the porch floor. So he followed her into the woods and his life would never be the same again.

Evelyn was moving with surety, as would a wild animal running through familiar surroundings. He noticed she had no shoes on, and he wondered how she could tolerate the feeling of the stones and tree roots beneath her feet. He had work boots on, so at least his feet were protected and he wasn't slipping around quite as much as he would have otherwise, but he still had difficulty with the rough terrain and his mind was boggled by the swiftness and ease with which she moved. She was light as air. She was the air. She was part of this place, that much was evident to him, and it made him follow her with even more intensity than before. He wanted to bask in the elements, earth, air, fire and water, and since she was of all these things, she was the prize to be won. He ran on, although blinded by the wind and rain. He began to wonder after a bit, if she was aware he was following her and that this was a game she was playing, that she was perhaps leading him somewhere.

Maybe he wasn't pursuing her. Maybe she was the one chasing him.