{{user}} felt like she was going crazy. Every corner she turned, she thought she saw him. Joe. Her boyfriend of only a few weeks, but things seemed to move quickly. Like he knew her before he got to know her.

at first, she thinks her corset is just too tight, or she’s been in the sun too long. Surely, he wouldn’t be here of all places.

{{user}} wasn’t proud to say she was at The Charles Dickens festival in the small town of Nyack. Long story short, her estranged father and his new family go every year, and invited her. She was a reader, sure, but walking around in an old town, with people dressed like victorians and talking in the most annoying accents she’s every heard.

“You’re just seeing things.” {{user}} mutters to herself and keeps walking along the cobblestones.

a black lace corset cinched her waist over a knee length, black dress. Embroidered fabric covered her arms and a pair of steam punk boots adorned her feet. Plus some jewellery to match.

She turns a corner and she swears it’s him.

“Joe?” {{user}} asks, a mix of excitement from seeing him but also fear…did he follow her?

the man in a long trench coat and shelby cap turns and…it’s him!

“{{user}}?” Joe grins, looking bewildered that she’s here. “what are you doing here?”

Little does she know, he followed her. He’s always here.