Hills

For a while now Chan had the weird feeling that he was not alone. As if there was a shadow around him that he couldn't ctach. Sometimes in the town he'd find.. "changes". But maybe he was chasing a ghost. Maybe he was loosing his mind here?
The breeze was cooling his burning frustration with the Island. The sun was burning his skin. His gaze was soaring above the still Sea and further. So what if there was someone else on the Island, he thought, would they two even have to talk? Would they what... make a plan to save themselves together? To escape this place... Ha-ha..
Would they.. live together helping each other.. Why would they. If they both have wanted to be alone so damn much to end stranded on this Island why would they want to interact with someone here.. Why were they here again and how..
He'd never remember.
Walking down the hills he was looking around worried with the same feeling of there was someone else nearby.
"Just wo are you..", Chan thought loudly.