Bewildered

There she was again, the same girl Tory had been seeing was now beckoning at her direction. The alley remained silence on their encounter, and so was the street. Tory turned her head but saw no one. The girl away from her was still waving, her green dress rippled and her long brown hair swayed in the sudden gush of wind. Tory closed her eyes with fists clenched, and counted to five in her head. At five, she didn't open her eyes but inhaled deeply. Then she felt a pair of warm palms connected with her fists. A surge of blood filled her chest and suffocated her. Her eyelids clung to her face and maintained the shutdown. Tory was not afraid, but her body told us otherwise.

There came a pigeon, flying low, flapping its wings and landed on the ground before Tory. The previous feeling had escaped, and the orders of the world had been restored. The pigeon walked with its head jerking back and forth, its eyes shone with a light. And when it approached Tory and circled around her and rested at her feet, did she crouch down to look at the gray and white bird in care. In fact, its eyes were replaced by something. Up close, Tory saw it was socketed with a small gem, black in color but reflective none the less. She petted the pigeon sat on the ground, and at its first groan, the black gem fell out of its eye and landed on Tory's hand. Then it flew away.

Tory held it to her eyes and saw it was shining like a diamond, she didn't hesitate but slotted it into her pocket. She walked past the alley and entered into the familiar street.