I was walking across a field. Tall grasses, soft ground. The night sky looked like an ocean reflecting light with gentle waves. In the distance, I saw a figure. A silhouette in the dark that was only visible because the stars shone so brightly. There was a sense of familiarity in the way it stood. Its height, the width of its shoulders, its posture.
They all told me that it was Senne.
I called out her name as a breeze ripped the grass beneath my bare feet, but she didn't turn back.
I thought she didn't hear me, so I called out to her again, louder this time.
It seemed she was going to turn, and I smiled imagining a little hop she might make in joy when she saw me.
But she didn't.
Instead, with a slight tilt of her head to the side in hesitation, she faced forward again, her back turned to me, and she seemed to be walking away.
"Senne!"
I yelled her name again, but perhaps the wind wasn't carrying my voice.
