Prologue
or how the girl and the shadow crossed paths

The first time the girl saw the shadow she was sixteen years old.

The thing is, the shadow wasn't a shadow back then.

Sone people are curious by nature and our main character is one of those people for sure. Gazing up to the stars from the backyard was one of her favorite entertainments as a little girl. I guess that, with the inevitable passing of time and the nightmare she lived when she was just fifteen, the girl abandoned said childish hobbies for having no hobbies at all — apart from all the writing and the gazing out of the window, waiting for something interesting to happen. Something that never really came until months later.

On the first night at her new home, she saw the shadow. The shadow noticed the unknown car at its neighbors' driveway. She barely saw it, but the shadow waved at her — she didn't.

She saw the shadow again, a days after the first encounter. The shadow walked the new school corridors, but it didn't catch her eye, if I'm being honest.

Then she got used to seeing the shadow every day. Sometimes at school, sometimes when there was sunny outside and she could read in the front yard. The shadow just walked by, not catching people's attention either. Just a normal shadow, walking among the rest of people as if it wasn't a shadow at all.

The teenage girl with the red hair and the big blue eyes could've sworn that, the last time she saw the shadow, the shadow stared straight at her, almost analyzed her, taking in every single detail and thinking very deeply.

Do shadows think?

To tell the story about the girl and the shadow, we must start at the beggining.