02. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋

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𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋

( i'm sorry but this is my least favourite hair on him 💀 )

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( i'm sorry but this is my least
favourite hair on him 💀 )

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Flashback - Evelyn's dream

She let her eyes wander the dark room, even the sound of silence had a calm feeling that had been radiating around her. It was like a place out of time, an odd feeling of sanctuary. A way to relax and forget what the real world was painfully offering to her.

She sensed him, sitting opposite her, his eyes gazing deeply into her soul as though he was reading her.

Her mysterious man.

"My love," he called her back to him.

It was Evelyn's third time meeting him and since the flame had cast an orange glow over some of his features while the rest remained in the dark, she still couldn't see his face just his blue eyes like the colour of the midwinter sky,

They were so beautiful.

"Are you ever going to tell me your name?" She asked.

He chuckled, a deep, husky one that placed a warm feeling in Evelyn. "I asked you a question first," he playfully remarked.

"Now tell me, what do you truly desire?" He murmured, his eyes darkening as he stared at the flickering light of the candle.

"Ice cream," she teased. "Wait, can I even eat in my dreams?"

He laughed, making Evelyn sink down in her seat, blushing and embarrassed of what she had just said.

After a moment, she sighed, "I don't think I'll ever get what I really want," she whispered to herself but he had caught what she said.

"And what is that, my love?"

"What it feels like to be truly happy. Peace," she mumbled.

"You'll find it," he reassured her and Evelyn laughed, shaking her head at his words.

It was impossible for her to find happiness.

She could feel him moving closer to her, his thumb tenderly stroking her cheek and she leaned further into his touch, biting on her lower lip.

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