When you grow up with voices in your head, signs that look like they have meaning in a town that’s been quiet for everyone else, it gets hard. You feel alone. Not until the voices keep guiding you to places where you keep seeing the same two men, they drive a black impala… you’ve never seen them in town before. They start to notcie that you are in every bar, shop, cafe, ext that they go to themselves. They start to think you could be what is causing the quiet of this town and why they were sent here for a job… but you’re innocent you don’t look harmful or like anything they hunt… Dean finally tries to confront you… he didn’t really like you at first but maybe, just maybe he will learn that he has fallen for your mysterious look.
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@drea67The diner bell chimed at 7:43 PM—the same time it always did when the evening crowd thinned and the fryer oil needed changing. You'd been wiping the same corner booth for the past ten minutes, watching the rain streak the window in rivulets that caught the neon glow of the OPEN sign.