Asheville, North Carolina
November 8th 1999
The rain was pouring down from the sky. Not a single sign of light from the sun could enter. A guy strolling down the street, wearing black jeans and a black polo.
He wasn't paying any mind to the people walking past him, giving him a strange look as he did. If only they knew where he was going. He was sure no one would dare look at him if they knew.
He huffed, continuing his walk.
20 minutes passed and at that, he was now standing outside the house. But he wouldn't dare go inside.
His dark eyes followed the shadows moving around inside, suddenly the door being sprung open. Luckily for him, he was on the other side of the road.
The people he was watching were running to the car. The pregnant lady screaming in pain was all he could pay attention to.
He once again huffed, not entirely understanding why he was here himself.
The woman was clearly in severe labor. Having her baby.
As he kept still watching them, they were driving to the hospital. The rain still purring down in his dark locks of hair.
A slight grin appeared on his face, not knowing why. It didn't last long before his face went to a stone hard one. Not showing any emotions.
He blinked, not realizing he was still watching the house.
"Fuck," he murmured to himself.
What was going to happen and what even would happen? Would they find out he was watching them? No, he highly doubted that.
A little sigh leaving his pink lips, maybe of relief.
He turned around, ready to actually go home to himself now, when he saw a face. Not the face of a stranger.
The person ahead of him, drenched in water as himself, had a wide grin on his face. But he didn't smile back.
He sent him a stern look of hatred. He didn't feel like talking to him, so he went the other way to leave, not wanting to be in the same place as this man.
The other man didn't greet him, luckily. So he walked right past him, not in the mood for conversation or small talk.
He went home.
Cheshvan had never been his thing.
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