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.

dark night, the atmosphere felt strangely creepy for

was shaking with fear as she clutched her luggage close to her as her

picked up almost instantaneously.

are you now? How long until

“Ten minutes.”

usual cool voice sounded. Then,

“Nothing…”

me that something is wrong with you.”

Ernest interrupted Florence’ words.

on the floor and began in a tiny voice after some hesitation, “Actually… there is a crematorium nearby, and some people was going

of the phone, and

by him, “I mean, I

right. A little

Ernest mimicked her words.

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

just by the road, and there is only one road here. You will be able to see me once you

to continue this banter with him,

you thought of how you are going to repay

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

I want to give you a little

lazily, “What

you have anything

tiny voice while

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

be too expensive, or else she

love everything that

voice was low and hoarse. It

words, and her heart invariably ramped

said he loved everything that

he have to make everything

face blushing, she replied, “Alright, I will choose something

“Alright.”

Ernest replied simply.

nobody spoke for

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

deliberating whether to hang up due to an awkwardness hanging in the air, Ernest suddenly continued, “Come with

that Ernest had been bantering about harmless topic with her on the phone, which was unusual compared to normally. It was as if

to talk to, so Florence and Ernest began to engage in a