HalloweenThe girl walked along the crowded streets. The way she was walking, bowed shoulders and eyes fixed on the floor in front of her feet made her look younger than she usually aparented and a bit sad, contrasting to the happiness around her. It was Halloween night. Everyone was out in the streets, talking loudily and laughing, playing trick or treat. First she thought it could be good. Maybe she could find another one like her. But soon she realized it was just costumes - the vampires, the ghosts, the werewolves, the demons, all fake. Humans pretending they were like her and her pretending to be a human. No oneHalloween
0001She walked down the long and large staircase without a sound. Her dress was too long and she had to pull it up with both hands to avoid falling. Her long black hair was down and covered her bare back. She reached the end of the staircase and sat down on the window's stone bench, looking outside. The night had not fallen long ago. The sky was still medium-blue and she could see the trees of the garden, black against it. Not that she needed to. She knew every single inch of her garden, every little flower, every seed waiting to become a plant. She knew that if she opened the window she'd hear the fountains' water, the trees shaking0001
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