Maybe it was thought. Or maybe it was the scene before that left you questioning why? Was it her hands, the ones reaching out to you? Surrounded by that dark void, it had to be her hands. What else could it be?
Maybe it was the silence. The unnatural kindred silence. All we could hear was the thoughts racing threw our mind, but we're not used to that.
Or maybe we we're tired of being alone.
The pavement under your feet is cold. The sound of our heart beating drowned out the noise around us. The only thing our mind could register was run.