night time. the light thin mist is pouring into the forest in black and gray and dark green. the girl is runing away. she doesnt know from what. her torn white dress is waving around her ankles. her tears are blinding her eyes. the word "no" is echoing across the woods, or meybe it's just in her head. 

he is not chasing her. he is larking in the shadows, his thin cigarette smoke is spiraling upwords towords the sky. he is closing his eyes. breathing in the forest. solking up the wood. he can sense her. small her tears. he can almost taste thet stuning sensation of pure fear spiced with a little bit of the will to let go .   

he sees her. she sees him. they're eyes are locked at one another. at thet moment he can see exactly what she wonts. and finely, so can she. for thet exect moment she stops runing, and than... he shoots.