Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 248

Chapter 248 

I watched the man walk away, standing in the cold wind that seemed to cut through me. Wrapping my thin shawl tighter, I continued walking, my heels clicking softly against the pavement. 

The streetlights flickered, casting an orange glow that stretched my shadow behind me, a lonely figure against the darkening night. 

cashmere carpet were slow, 

It wasn’t far to my place, and when I finally got home, I first kicked off the shoes that had been digging into my feet. My steps on the cashmere my teet aching, leaving faint spots of blood that dotted the soft surface like tiny blossoms. 

tused alcohol and cotton swabs to clean the wound with an antiseptic solution. Gritting my teeth, I cleaned the wounds, biting back the sting before finally covering the worst of it with a bandage. 

My eyelids felt impossibly heavy. I couldn’t right the exhaustion any longer, and soon, I let my eyes drift shut. 

In my dreams, I felt warmth–gentle and soothing, like the sun on a quiet afternoon. A soft, blurry figure appeared in front of me. Slowly, it took shape, and I saw het–Grandma, walking toward me with a warm smile, her hunched figure familiar and comforting. 

“Grandma!” Tears streamed down my face as 1 ran toward her, desperate to be with her again. 

I wanted so badly to retum to that time when everything was simple, when she was healthy, when she was by my side, malding everything feel safe. 

But just as I reached out, her figure disappeared, vanishing like a gentle fog swept away by the wind, leaving me alone in the gray world around me. 

I searched for her, calling het name, trying to find her again, but she was gone. It felt like a fleeting gift from the heavens, one brief moment to see her again before the cruel reality took her away. 

slowly, I opened my eyes, my face damp with tears. My swollen eyes stung, and dried tear streaks clung to my cheeks. 

The sorrow I felt was overwhelming. Losing the person closest to me felt like an endless rainstorm had settled over my heart, one that would never clear, drowning me in its unrelenting sadness 

1 splashed some water on my face, staring at the puffy, red eyes in the mirror. The pain 

I was unbearable, but there was nothing I could do to fix it. 

just then, my phone rang, pulling me back into the present. Wincing from the pain in my feet, I picked it up. 

“Lyla, what’s up?” I answered, surprised by the call but not entirely shocked. We were often apart now, relying on these calls to keep our connection alive. “Eve, did you miss me?” Lyla’s voice came through light and teasing, as a 

always