Anhelina

It’s been almost a full year since the Koliivshchyna uprising. It was terrible and violent and I’m glad it’s over. Though, it’s hard to say I’m upset that it happened. Without it, I would have never met Leonid.

I sit and watch him and I’m happy, but it never lasts. Something is following me. The air above Leonid turns grainy and yellow. The air changes. It’s thick and smells rotten. It’s not the first time. No one ever sees it but me. And I’ve only been seeing it since the uprising.

What is it? Why does it always show up and leave so quickly? I lost loved ones in the uprising, yes, but so did others and none of them seem to see what I do.

I swear, as I look at the strange grainy mist, there are eyes in it. Eyes that are looking for me and can’t quite find me. They will find me though. I don’t know what will happen once they do. My stomach churns as I wonder. I watch the eyes. So faint, but I’m sure they are there. I hear the breath. Not that of Leonid who now looks at me with concern, but of the strange apparition above him.

It’s gone again. The warm breeze smells like flowers and Leonid. There is no extra breathing. The fear begins to die in me as well.

Someday though, it will see me. I fear it will not be much longer until I understand what happens then.

Ice shoots through my veins as Leonid curls his fingers in mine. Will he be safe from the yellow cloud? Will anyone?