Eclipsed Dreams

Chapter 5

Evelyn led Sebastian through the now-beautiful garden, the path winding between the freshly trimmed bushes and newly planted flowers. The air was heavy with the scent of the flora, a mix of earthiness and sweetness that was uniquely soothing.

As they walked, she occasionally pointed out a particular plant or flower, speaking about their characteristics and their care. Her knowledge on the subject was impressive, and Sebastian found himself listening intently.

Soon, they reached the small cottage, its white walls and green shutters a tranquil sight in the midst of the garden.

Evelyn pushed open the door and gestured for Sebastian to step inside. "Welcome to my humble abode," she said, her voice warm and inviting.

The interior of the cottage was cozy and tidy, with simple yet comfortable furniture and soft, diffused lighting. The scent of freshly brewed tea filled the air, adding to the homey atmosphere. A small kitchen area was visible through an archway to the left, while a short hallway lead to what appeared to be a bedroom.

Sebastian looked around, taking in the surroundings. The space radiated warmth and a feeling of safety, which seemed to contrast with his own lifestyle. His loft was stark and minimalist, lacking any real personality. The difference was stark.

"It's... quaint," he commented, a small smile tugging at his lips. He walked slowly through the small living area, his fingers brushing against the back of a couch, the soft fabric soothing to the touch.

"I like my life simple," Evelyn replied, setting the basket down on the table before heading to the kitchen area. She opened a cabinet and took out two mugs, then started to prepare the tea. "I prefer to keep only the essential things around. It makes life less chaotic."

Sebastian approached a bookshelf crammed with books, his eyes roaming over the spines. The titles were mostly related to nature, gardening, and plants which somehow doesn't surprise him.

As he pulled out a book and flipped through the pages, Evelyn continued, her voice floating from the kitchen as the sound of boiling water filled the room.

"Of course, that doesn't mean I don't enjoy the occasional... pleasure," she added, a hint of a smirk audible in her tone. "It's all about balance, don't you think?"

Sebastian glanced over his shoulder at her, a bemused expression on his face. "Balance isn't exactly my strong suit," he admitted with a wry smile. He placed the book back on the shelf and turned back to the living room, his gaze straying to a small table where a few photographs were displayed.

The pictures were arranged in a row, showing what appeared to be family photos. There was a woman who looked vaguely familiar, probably an older version of Evelyn, as well as a man with a kind, weathered face. The pictures portrayed a close and loving family, laughter and togetherness evident in each frame.

Sebastian leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the photos, a strange pang of... envy? wistfulness? stirred deep within him.

Evelyn, having finished preparing the tea, emerged from the kitchen and noticed him staring at the photos. A soft, nostalgic smile played on her lips.

"That's my family," she said, approaching him and standing beside him. She looked at the pictures, her gaze a mix of reminiscence and love. "We were very close. Still are, even though we're far apart."

"You must miss them," Sebastian commented, his voice a little more raspy than usual. He was suddenly very aware of her closeness, of the scent of her—a soft, floral scent mingled with the earthy smell of the garden. It was... distracting.

"Of course, I do." Evelyn replied, a touch of melancholy in her voice. "But we stay in touch. We write emails, video call each other... it helps ease the longing, somewhat."