A Good Girl

Brian

I looked at Charlotte attentively, awaiting her response, and I couldn't understand why she was taking so long to answer, considering that my question had been quite direct and couldn't have been any clearer. I wholeheartedly believed in what anyone could conclude just by looking at Charlotte, and there was no doubt in my mind about her character or integrity.

But for some strange reason, something akin to a premonition, I could call it that, I felt that something was off. I had never been a man given to premonitions or anything of the sort, but when I saw Charlotte on the beach yesterday, I felt the need to reach out to her, to try and talk to her, and that's why I approached the young girl.

It went completely against my usual behavior, especially when it came to someone so young and clearly innocent like Charlotte, and that was very wrong. I didn't want to feel that way, and even though I knew how wrong it was, the fact was that the girl was managing to affect me in a way no o