A cold breeze swept through.

The wind snapped him out of his reverie and scattered his intense feelings.

Raphael, what are you up to? He thought.

He stepped back and leaned against his black Land Rover in frustration.

His hands shaking, he pulled out a cigarette pack, hoping to smoke and calm his nerves.

Just then, the gates of Evans Gardon swung open and a white Maserati rolled out.

It had to be Olivia.

Olivia had arrived in Czanch the night before.

She planned to buy gifts for her family members here she hadn’t seen for a while, so she left early in the morning.

As her car exited the gates, she noticed Raphael and his car.

Dressed in a black suit, he leaned against the vehicle, smoking quietly.

Olivia’s eyes stung as she gazed at him.

she could gather her thoughts, the white Maserati came

gripped the steering wheel tightly

to regain

unbuckled her seatbelt and

asked,

and looked down to take one last

to meet hers, a hint

and said, “I was very young when I

wanted to break up and that you were

to marry because you’re expected to at your

It isn’t wrong, really.

But…”

Raphael’s gaze deepened.

how could she assume he wouldn’t still choose to be with

did she make that decision

But he didn’t continue.

were no ‘ifs’ in

was shaped

hers long ago, and

in the morning mist, dr@ped in a

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