Standing on the pavement, she waved her hand at the moving traffic, her mind still abuzz with the whirlwind of thoughts. A peculiar feeling of unease crept over her, and she glanced around, feeling an ominous presence lingering nearby. The sensation made her turn around, searching for the source, but she found nothing out of the ordinary. Shaking her head to dismiss the strange feeling, she hailed a taxi and made her way to the hospital, determined to focus on her visit.
As Evelyn approached her grandmother's room in the hospital, her thoughts were still occupied by the eccentric conversation she had shared with Jane earlier. She was eager to visit her beloved grandma, hoping to brighten her day with some company. However, as she glanced through the glass window on the door, her world was jolted into surprise.
Inside the room, her grandmother sat, radiating a vitality that Evelyn hadn't expected. Beside her sat an elderly man, his presence seemingly bringing an additional glow to the room. Their hands were intertwined, his touch gentle as he held her hand. With a tender gesture, his fingers tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. The scene was an unexpected revelation of tenderness, like a snapshot from a timeless love story.
Evelyn's astonishment mixed with a newfound admiration as she observed her grandmother's interaction with this man. She had always associated her grandma with the memory of her late grandfather, who had passed away years ago. The idea of her moving on and finding companionship at this stage of life was something Evelyn hadn't anticipated.
Feeling like she was witnessing something precious and private, Evelyn stepped away from the door with a soft smile playing on her lips. Her heart was warmed by the sight of her grandmother in this tender moment, a reminder that life could still hold unexpected surprises even in its later years.
With a contented sigh, Evelyn continued down the hallway, a sense of happiness lingering in her chest.
Caught up in her thoughts and still wearing a contented smile, Evelyn began to make her way back down the hallway. But as she walked, her mind wandered back to the unexpected encounter she had just witnessed between her grandmother and the mystery man. It was a scene that seemed straight out of a romantic movie, and she found herself wondering about the story behind it.
Lost in contemplation, she wasn't entirely attentive to her surroundings, and before she knew it, she collided with another presence. This time, the impact was much more forceful, and her head bumped into the man's chest. It felt like hitting a rock-solid surface, as if he had some sort of metal vest on beneath his clothes. The jolt of pain shot through her and she stumbled backwards, losing her balance. With a startled yelp, she fell onto her backside, her tailbone taking the brunt of the impact.
"Ouch! Son of a biscuit!" Evelyn cursed in pain, rubbing her sore rear end as she glared up at the person who had just caused her to fall. Her gaze met the stern and unyielding presence of a man dressed entirely in black. He wore a black cap and a black mask that concealed most of his face, leaving only his unsettlingly blank blue eyes visible.
"What's wrong with you?" she hissed, her irritation evident in her tone. It was clear to her that the man had been at fault for not watching where he was going. She expected at least an apology or some acknowledgment of his mistake, but the man simply continued to walk past her without uttering a single word.
Evelyn's frustration flared as she watched him depart. She called after him, "Hey, you can't just—"
But her words fell on deaf ears as the man walked away, his retreating figure disappearing down the hallway. Evelyn's glare lingered for a moment before she let out an exasperated huff. She pushed herself up from the floor, still nursing her sore rear, and shook her head in disbelief.
"Unbelievable," she muttered to herself, her annoyance evident. With a final shake of her head, she continued on her way, determined not to let the encounter ruin her day. Little did she know that this unexpected collision was about to lead her down a path she could never have anticipated.
Amidst the aftermath of the collision, Evelyn slowly pushed herself up from the floor, a mix of irritation and discomfort settling within her. Her fingers brushed off imaginary dust from her clothes, and she couldn't shake off the annoyance at how her day had taken an unexpected turn. Rubbing her sore tailbone and her forehead, which had borne the brunt of the fall, she muttered curses under her breath. Frustration painted her features, and she foxund herself standing outside the hospital, still simmering with vexation.
"Great, just great," she grumbled to herself, her tone laden with irritation.
Waiting by the roadside for a taxi, her gaze wandered absently, and then something caught her eye from the periphery of her vision. A flash of motion drew her attention, and she turned her head to the side, where her previous collision partner was slipping into a sleek, black luxury car. The car's polished exterior gleamed like a mirror, the embodiment of elegance and opulence. It was a Mercedes-Benz S-Class, the embodiment of refined sophistication and unspoken superiority.
Evelyn's lips curled into a silent snarl as she muttered curses under her breath, her annoyance at the man's arrogant demeanor reignited. "Well, of course he's driving that fancy-looking car that I don't even know the name of," she seethed inwardly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "How could you apologise to someone, when you are a rich bastard." She hissed.
But what startled her was the sensation that he had heard her words. His head turned in her direction, those blank blue eyes capturing hers. A shiver crawled down her spine, a feeling akin to the cold wind that had brushed against her during her encounter with the mysterious animal in the forest. For an inexplicable moment, his figure blurred, and she saw not a man, but a creature cloaked in shadows.