Jean's car smelled like him, his signature musky vanilla scent with a mixture of the smell of fine leather. And of course, the interior was designed in all black.
Scarlett sighed and leaned back into the leather seat as Jean started the ignition and stepped on the gas. She'd told him the hospital name and of course, he knew it. He lived here after all.
As they drove through the winding streets, coming to a stop as they hit a mild traffic upfront, it started to rain.
Scarlett sighed and placed her fingers on the car window, tracing the movements of the raindrops. Two different memories flashed through her mind at that moment, one sad and the other...beautiful.
She hated the rain because for her, it brought reminders of her memories of loss and pain. Every-time she'd lost someone, it had always been raining heavily and she'd even developed anxiety due to the fright induced by the thunder rolls that usually always accompanied heavy downpours.
