Some people say that one moment, one action, can change a person’s life forever. That’s exactly what happened to me the second she walked into my life.

It was a slow Saturday afternoon on the 17th floor of my New York City studio apartment on Park Avenue. I was staring out my window, desperately searching for inspiration, hidden amongst the gorgeous New York skyline. All of my life as an artist, I had painted the same things over and over again; my city’s skyline, random people, and…her. A 30 or so year old woman, long copper hair, icy blue eyes, a white dress with blue flowers, brought to life from the endless depth of my imagination. How, I don’t know. Why, a question I don’t know how to answer.

After about an hour, my eyes and the rest of my body, couldn’t take another minute looking at the skyscrapers that where my life. So, I decided a nap wouldn’t hurt. I violently slammed my blinds down and stormed off to my bedroom. After five minutes of solitude, a soft knock came from my door. I threw the covers off my bed and marched to the door.

“What do you want?,” I cried out of pure annoyance, before I realized who was at the door. 30 or so years old. Long copper hair. Stunningly gorgeous icy blue eyes. A short white dress with blue flowers. No…it couldn’t be.

“Hello Callum,” the woman greeted shyly. My eyes widened and my jaw hit the floor.

“Who…how,” I stuttered. “No, you…you can’t actually be-be real”. The woman shrugged.

“Well, I do think that I am pretty real,” she replied. “But enough small talk. You need to come with me.”

“Why?,” I asked nervously.

“Your life depends on it, that’s why. Now hurry up if you don’t want to die.”