My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

A strange feeling welled up within her, and Florence blurted out, “I don’t know where I am now. I have missed my stop, and now I am at the final stop at the end of route 18.”

“Just wait for me there.”

After saying that, Ernest hung up his phone.

Florence stared at the display of her phone and felt that she couldn’t describe what she was feeling at the moment. Anyhow, she felt a little relieved compared to earlier on.

Ernest was coming to get her.

She no longer felt so scared anymore. She surveyed her surroundings and decided to sit down on her luggage under a lamp post.

When Florence felt really bored, all of a sudden, a few paper bank notes flew by in front of her.

They were white in color, and they were fluttering right in front of her eyes.

When Florence recalled her surrounding, she suddenly felt herself go stiff. A chill started to run down her spine.

She snapped her head up in fear, and what she saw was a team of people dressed in white coming from the direction of the crematorium and they were carrying a photo of an old man, presumably his ashes. They were sulking forward while weeping, and at the same time they were scattering paper money on the road.

There were a dozen of them, and their presence in the dark aroused a feeling of terror in the surrounding atmosphere.

Florence’s whole body was rigid as she gaped at them and the paper bank notes fluttering about on the ground. She felt a strange tingling sensation in her heart.

Amongst the troop of people, a middle-aged woman noticed Florence. She asked, “Young lady, why are you here alone in the middle of the night? The crematorium is just in front. Aren’t you feeling scared?”

It would be fine if that woman didn’t broach this topic. Now, Florence was really feeling scared.

She gnashed her teeth and shook her head, pretending to be strong-willed.

“I’m waiting for someone.”

“Oh, it would be fine if that’s the case. It’s not good for you to stay in this place, especially at night. You better leave soon.”

The woman gave her a piece of advice before rejoining the team.

Florence was left standing there feeling pretty terrible. This woman didn’t really give her any sense of concern, instead Florence felt spooked.

As she watched those people getting further and further away from her, silence once again descended around her. The only difference was that the ground was scattered with paper notes.

From time to time, a night breeze would come by and whip them all up into the air.

silence and the dark night, the atmosphere

was shaking with fear as she clutched her luggage close to her as her other hand fumbled around for her

was picked up almost

asked nervously, “Mr. Hawkins, where are you

“Ten minutes.”

sounded. Then, he

“Nothing…”

tells me that something

Ernest interrupted Florence’ words.

there is a crematorium

end of the phone, and then came Ernest’s

refuted after getting looked down on by him, “I mean,

right. A little

Ernest mimicked her words.

any sort of acknowledgment from his side despite his words. She was getting looked down

road here. You will be able

this banter with him, or else she would became

ignored her and interjected once again, “Have you thought of how you are going to repay my

had been very busy. Florence

to give you a little present as my thanks. Is that acceptable for

replied lazily, “What kind of

have anything

voice while her

lot of things. He wouldn’t be lacking anything that she could afford,

else she would not be able

everything that you

and hoarse.

words, and her heart invariably ramped up a notch for some reason.

said he loved everything that she

he have to make everything sound so ambiguous??

“Alright, I will choose

“Alright.”

Ernest replied simply.

nobody spoke for

mind and heart was in a mess. Her mind was focused on Ernest, and this distraction successfully warded off her fears for

awkwardness hanging in the air, Ernest suddenly

at the moment? Florence realized that Ernest had been bantering about harmless topic with her on the phone, which was unusual compared to normally. It was as if he was deliberately searching for topic of conversation to

talk to, so Florence and