Chapter 9

Freshia Ava’s POV

I really didn't think I would meet him in a place like this. It was truly a strange fate when I suddenly met the person I least wanted to meet again. There were no good impressions that could be remembered from the beginning of our meeting. But that day, I saw him as a different person. His arrogant face now radiated deep sadness. His sharp gaze now looked sad. His face was pale. Seeing him like that made me feel empathy for him.

“I didn't expect to meet you here. Have you finished praying?” I asked to start a conversation between the two of us.

Eros just nodded his head.

"Then, where did you park your car?" I asked again.

"I took the bus here." The answer is short.

I was surprised to find out that he didn't use his private vehicle to get to this place. No wonder he only wore a coat and didn't protect his head with anything. "It is such a coincidence. I also came here by bus. If you want, we can share an umbrella until the bus stop so that your head and coat don't get wet.

“If you don't mind, I would be very grateful,” he said.

We then left the cemetery area. The size of my umbrella, which is not too big, cannot protect both of our bodies completely if we don't squeeze our bodies together so that there are no gaps. And it just happened naturally. The two of us brought our bodies closer to each other so that our bodies wouldn't get wet from the snow which would melt when it hit our bodies.

"If I may ask, who did you visit in this place?" I asked, which was just small talk to break the silence between the two of us. For some reason, I don't like the awkward atmosphere that is happening right now.

"I really miss someone." He said with deep sadness. Then not long after he spoke again. “First I want to apologize for what happened that night. I'm sorry because what I did was too much." I felt his words were accompanied by a feeling of regret.

“That day was the first anniversary of my mother's death. He is the only family member I have. Therefore, remembering his death is very distressing for me and makes me frustrated. Meanwhile, my illness is that when I feel excessively frustrated, I cannot control myself. Coincidentally, the person I met yesterday when I was unstable was you. Therefore, I sincerely apologize to you,” he said again.

I was silent for a moment, before finally asking. "Why are you telling me?" I thought that it was really strange if someone like him suddenly told me about his shortcomings to me, who was a stranger to him.

He looked surprised when he heard my question just now. “I feel very guilty and want to apologize to you. But suddenly, whether because of fate or something, I was able to meet you today. So I feel like I have to explain it to you right now.”

“Maybe you don't know me but I know who you are. Aren't you afraid if I spread your condition for my personal gain? Surely many people want to know your weaknesses, right?”

“I didn't see that you were that kind of person. But if you really had that kind of intention towards me, you wouldn't have told me about it so openly like this.”

I smile. Honestly, I just forgave him when I heard his side of the story. For some reason, now I even have a little sympathy for him. "You are just like what people say you are," I said then.

He looked confused by my words. "What do I like?"

“Unpredictable and not just anyone.”

He was silent, but a split second later he was seen smiling. Suddenly I remembered Simon's words about the ugliness of the man beside me and I didn't find any truth in what he said, because the figure beside me was the opposite of what Simon said yesterday. I feel that Eros is the same as humans in general. Do many people talk bad about him, even though in fact they don't know him any better?

As my daydreaming ended, we now arrived at the bus stop. Not long after that, the bus that had the route according to my destination arrived. I immediately said goodbye and said goodbye to the man who had accompanied me on my walk.

He was seen waving his hand at me and then saying, "See you later." Then the door of the bus I was on closed tightly.

I just smiled but didn't pay attention to his pleasantries because I thought, when else would I meet him if it wasn't for an accident?

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Eros Robinson's POV

I was still staying at the bus stop which was the last place I was with her. I accidentally saw that the bus my beloved woman was riding in disappeared far away. I grinned because my scenario went perfectly. Not long after, a black Mercedes-Benz G-Class stopped right in front of me and without warning I immediately got into it.

Before returning to drive the car I had been riding in, John immediately handed me a shirt and coat which had previously been placed on the passenger seat beside him. Also, a small towel that he had prepared.

I immediately took off my clothes which were very soaked and threw them into the back of the car and then replaced them with the ones that John had just given me. After that, I immediately asked him to leave the place.

Now and then I smile when I remember the moment I just spent with Freshia. This woman never fails to amaze me. But her innocent nature and innocent thoughts really made me want to laugh. My crazy mind started wondering what her expression would be like if she knew the real me. Can she still maintain her innocent and innocent nature?

I really can't wait to make it all mine. Don't you know that pretending like this is very tiring? I also remembered the ridiculous words that I had previously told Freshia. About my mother, about frustration, about my instability, and whatever lies I told her earlier. Stupid. I don't even have a mother. Then, what is frustrating and all kinds of things? I can definitely fulfill all my desires even if I have to get them in any way. I snorted.

Another thing that I really appreciate about her is that she always manages to make me miss her. Just met, but I already want to see her again. I admit that I'm crazy about her. Then when I saw the view outside the glass, I saw a large symbol displayed in a shop. Suddenly an idea appeared in my head. The animal really represents her. The round eyes radiate innocence and the white color of the fur represents the skin color of the woman I now miss again.

"John, try looking for a pet shop around here first before we get home. I want to buy something.”

"May I know what you need, sir?"

"I want to keep a white rabbit."