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.

thoughts, the white Maserati came

the steering wheel tightly

seemed to regain control of

her seatbelt and stepped out of

approached Raphael and asked, “What are

his cigarette and looked

to meet hers, a hint of

and said, “I was very young when I first came here,

to break up and that you were

you want to marry because you’re

It isn’t wrong, really.

But…”

Raphael’s gaze deepened.

say that if he had known the truth, how

make that

But he didn’t continue.

were no ‘ifs’

shaped by endless

hers long ago, and

in the morning mist, dr@ped in

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