Re: hannah and david: woods
She wasn't very aware of her surroundings, though she should be. But she wasn't ever, and maybe that was strange in a girl who could sense things that weren't really there, but he was at her side before she knew it, and she froze and stilled and went like a deer illuminated by the headlights that were about to crush her. But it was just a moment, there and gone in a blink, and then she recognized him. She looked over. She smiled, and his voice was a song on the night. "Hi," she said, and she didn't question David walking alone at night, late like it was. After all, she was doing the same. Hugh would've gladly called her a cab, or he would've driven her home, but she wanted to walk. She wanted the cool promise of the evening and the quiet of her own thoughts as they danced pirouettes in her head.
But she didn't mind his arrival, his apparation.
"I was at the party," she said, slowing her pace and motioning back, back, toward music and light. "I lived there," she told him. "I forget how long, but I lived there, in the house, so I was visiting my old places," she told him, and it was true. She'd already met Zee, and she'd wanted to see the dog and the cats and the walls. Some houses were good and quiet and kind, and the lakehouse had felt like that. "But I left because I was lonely." It was entirely possible to be lonely in a crowd, and Hugh's house, filled with laughter and music to bursting, it was lonely.
But, now, grass crunched under yellow boots, and she glanced over at him. "What are you doing out?" she asked. "You weren't at the party," she said knowingly.