Charlotte was soaked to the skin while aimlessly wandering the streets in the downpour like a lonely spirit.
Just when she had finally stumbled upon a 24-hour convenience store, the clerk shut her out at once while casting her glances that were full of contempt towards her abject state for fear that she would set foot in the store with her muddy shoes.
She could only huddle herself up while shivering all over under the eaves outside the store, and her eyes unknowingly started to redden and well up with tears.
Her father and brother had been missing, and Evelyn was constantly terrorizing her with all the threats against her family, and now the person that she loved the most even detested her to the core. All she wanted was a glass of hot water to warm herself up when she was down and out and stone broke, but even such a small wish could not be fulfilled.
It was not the first time that she had desperately wanted to know whether it was because she had committed a sin five years ago that the world was so ruthless and full of malice towards her since then.
The door was pushed open abruptly at that moment, and the sound of approaching footsteps could be heard closing in on her.
She instinctively thought that someone was coming to drive her away, so she slowly rose to her feet while supporting herself with her hands on the ground with a self-deprecating smile on her face. She uttered without even looking back, “Don’t worry, I’ll leave right now.”
Her voice was caught by someone whom was standing behind her, and that person hesitantly took a few steps forward while calling out to her tentatively, “Are you… Lotta? Charlotte?”
Charlotte was struck by the familiarity in that voice as well, and just when she was about to turn around to take a look at the owner of the voice, she was seized by a sudden rush of dizziness, and the whole world felt like it was fading away from her.
She fell heavily down the steps in the next second when her body had suddenly lost its balance.
“Lotta!”
…
Charlotte had finally come around after drowning in a seemingly endless nightmare for a long time, and she was still immersed in a melancholic state after waking up.
A graceful and reposeful figure was standing in front of the window when she had woken up, and the figure promptly turned her head upon detecting some subtle voice coming from Charlotte. Her countenance was beaming with joy when she had noticed Charlotte regaining her consciousness, “Have you woken up, Lotta?”
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