"May I kiss your forehead, Crimson?" She doesn't recoil or say a word, so I press my lips gently against her forehead. It's a tender and fleeting moment, but it fills me with a warmth that I can't explain.
"Just because a relationship has an expirat...
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CRIMSON DONOVAN
Completely exhausted after a long day of school, I collapse onto my bed. It's been two months now since I moved here, but with the help of my friends, I'm finally starting to settle in. Summoning all the willpower I can muster, I drag myself to the shower before heading to the kitchen to have lunch with Uncle Josh. Ever since that day when we visited the lake, my friends have been regular visitors, much to Uncle Josh's occasional annoyance.
Even now, he was complaining about how he despised 'those meddlin' meddlers'. "I will say this again, Miss," he starts. "Bringing 'em 'ere is no good! The lake's no tourist attraction!"
"Indeed, it is not," I reply with a nod of my head.
"Ye understand, no? They will destroy the place! That beautiful lake built by Sir's parents; ye grandparents! I remember those days! When I was little; how they built the lake and this 'ouse. I vowed to protect it with my life!"
I often find myself wondering if Uncle Josh was some sort of Head Guard to a medieval king in his past life, fiercely protecting his kingdom from potential invaders.
"Don't worry, they won't destroy the place. They are good people. I'm with them the whole time, Uncle Josh," I reassure him, hoping to ease his concerns.
"But-"
He is luckily cut off when my phone rings. Thank you, my saviour.
"Well, this is an important call, Uncle Josh. Sorry to cut this pleasant conversation short, but I got to take this!" And I rush outside to the porch before he could protest.
As I answer the call, I notice that it's from an unknown number. With a frown, I say, "Hello?"
The voice on the other end sounds gruff and professional. "Hello, am I speaking to Crimson Donovan?"
"Yes, that's me."
"This is Inspector Charlton speaking. I've called to inform you that your father is at the hospital and-"
"Room number? Floor number? Please tell me," I interrupt, my voice filled with urgency.
The inspector seems taken aback by my sudden outburst, but he quickly gives me the information I need before I thank him and end the call. Without wasting a moment, I rush past Uncle Josh who looks concerned, shouting, "I'll be back soon!" I quickly jump into my car and speed off towards the hospital.
With great urgency, I manage to successfully park the car, rush through the white hallways, and press the elevator button vigorously to take me to the fifth floor. Once I arrive at the designated floor, I immediately search for my father's room.
Despite the information I got from Inspector Charlton, I could have easily located my father's room as there were a significant number of policemen guarding the area. I quickly present my identification to a surprised officer, who promptly allowed me access. In a hurry, I swiftly pass through and enter the white room.
