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.

dead silence and the dark night, the atmosphere felt strangely creepy for some

her luggage close to her as her other hand fumbled around for her phone to make a call

was picked

you now? How long until you

“Ten minutes.”

sounded. Then, he

“Nothing…”

tells me that something is

Ernest interrupted Florence’ words.

notes on the floor and began in a tiny voice after some hesitation, “Actually… there is a crematorium nearby, and some people was going through a funeral procession just now. I feel a little afraid

the other end of the phone, and then

him, “I mean, I am just feeling a

right. A little

Ernest mimicked her words.

despite his words. She was

road, and there is only one road here. You will be able to see me once you reach. That’s all, I’m hanging

to continue this banter with him, or

her and interjected once again, “Have you thought of how you are

days had elapsed, but she had been very busy. Florence really

before replying, “Mr. Hawkins, I want to give you a little present as my thanks. Is that acceptable for

“What

you have anything that you

tiny voice while her mind raced.

lacking anything that she could afford, so

too expensive, or else she would not be able

love everything that you

voice was low and hoarse. It was seductive and alluring.

ramped up a notch

loved everything that she

make everything sound so

face blushing, she replied, “Alright, I

“Alright.”

Ernest replied simply.

spoke for

her mind and heart was in a mess. Her mind was focused

to an awkwardness hanging in the air, Ernest suddenly continued, “Come with me when I go visit

topic with her on the phone, which was unusual compared to

good that she had a company to talk to, so Florence and Ernest began to