Two Thousand Years

Especially when she knew she was being followed.

The city had been her home for three years now, so the late-night

trek home was familiar, almost a comfort. In her now twenty-two

years of life, maintaining her independence was as much of a priority

as the switchblade in her jacket pocket was a security. A part of her

truly enjoyed the peaceful solitude these walks could bring, but she

wasn't stupid enough to do it without protection.