Oasis Path©(English Version)BOOK 1 OASIS SAGA

Part 15.

Oldtown, January 14th.

Despite my deteriorating health and my bracelet barely retaining any color, today was a day filled with emotions and feelings previously unknown to me.

As promised, Mr. Evans came to visit me. It was around 10 in the morning, and I was lying on the bed reading. Suddenly, my breathing quickened, and I felt something strange. I looked out the window facing the entrance gate and saw a car pulling up. A man got out, whom I immediately identified as Mr. Evans.

In a rush, I stood in front of the mirror, and my reflection told me I was a total mess. I had little time before my mother announced his visit, so I grabbed various cosmetics, added a strawberry tint to my lips and something else in an attempt to hide my dark circles and the pallor of my face. Just as I finished, my mother knocked on my door.

"Dear, we have a visitor. Hurry down."

I lightly gathered my hair and put on a headband with small silver flowers. The finishing touch was adding a few drops of my favorite violet cologne.

I began to descend the stairs slowly to avoid getting too agitated, but in reality, I wanted to run. I reached the foyer, and there he was, chatting with my mother. His presence made my heart beat strongly, and I tried to hide any signs of my discomfort.

As soon as Evans noticed me, he stood up, and my mother followed suit.

"Amelie, Mr. Evans is here, just as he promised," my mother said excitedly before turning to him. "I'm afraid Amelie hasn't improved much yet."

"Hello, Mr. Evans!" I greeted.

"How are you feeling, Amelie?" he asked in a warm tone.

At that moment, my mother decided to interrupt without giving me time to respond.

"I think I'll leave you for a moment. While you explain the notes to Amelie, I'll prepare some tea and cookies. What type of tea do you like, Evans?"

"Whatever you prepare for me will be fine, thank you," he replied gallantly.

"Then I'll make cinnamon and apple tea. It's Amelie's favorite. Right, dear?"

"Yes, Mom. Thank you."

My mother left the foyer, and we took our seats. For a moment, I fell silent. I didn't know what to say or ask. I couldn't believe he had come to see me. It seemed he was also unsure of what to say, but finally, he decided to speak.

"How are you feeling? Still dizzy? Your mother told me the dizziness barely lets you read."

"I think I'm a bit better," I admitted. "Maybe I just need a bit more rest before returning to school."

"Here are the notes I promised you," he said, handing me a folder while maintaining eye contact. "You look very pale, Amelie. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, sir," I reassured him to prevent him from worrying. "I'll improve in a few days. About these notes..."

"Lisa and Christopher prepared them for you as soon as I asked them to," he said. "They are very good friends. They did it in record time and asked me to convey their wishes for a speedy recovery."

At that moment, my mother entered with the tea and cookies. The three of us sat down while Mr. Evans complimented my mother on how delicious the tea was and how well it paired with the cookies.

As we were almost finishing the tea, my mother said with a concerned expression, "My girl, you're paler today than usual. It would do you good to get some sun."

"If you allow me, I can accompany Amelie for a walk," unexpectedly proposed Mr. Evans. "There are several hours until the train departs, so I can take care of her for a while."