Happily Lonely

Ewan sat by himself in the graveyard, he sat on a tombstone and was playing with some shadows on the ground. He had nothing to do, but wasn't bored, he had learned to control those emotions. He enjoyed being by himself like this, it had its certain...qualities, that you couldn't get with other people. He soon decided to get up and walk about the graveyard a bit. He wasn't afraid of what he might find, and he hung out here a lot so he didn't think he'd come across something new.

Ewan was weaving his way through the graves when he saw a figure sitting on one. Hopeing that it was a mourner, he wanted to give her a good scare. He gathered some shadows around him, slowly dissapearing until you could barely see him. He crouched down and made his way towards the woman on the grave.

Ewan paused when she looked right at him. How could she see him? Then he saw her eyes, staring into them for a little bit he felt a strong urge to leave. He let down his shadows and turned around, walking away from the girl calmly.

Ewan had stopped when she had said hello, but turned when she asked the question. He looked her in the eye and said with a falt voice. "Just a little bit." He noticed her percing on her lip. "But its ok, apology accepted." He didn't really mean it since he doubted it was a sincere apology.

Ewan still stared coldly at her, despite her tone of voice. "My feet." He retorted, giving her the same respect she was giving him