𝗝𝗜𝗡𝗫

SIX

In the quiet solitude of Lily's room, I passed the two days lost in the pages of an astrology book I discovered on her dusty bookshelf. The old man, Elias, showed unexpected kindness, providing me with warm meals and ensuring I had everything I needed during my stay. Despite the strangeness of our situation, his gentle demeanor and quiet presence offered a sense of comfort in the midst of uncertainty.

Despite the temptation, I resisted delving deeper into Lily's diary. It felt intrusive, as if I were trespassing into her most private thoughts. Instead, I focused on exploring the room and finding solace in the astrology book I stumbled upon. The idea of uncovering more about Lily's life seemed inappropriate, a line I wasn't willing to cross.

As the storm's last echoes faded into memory, I knew today was the day I would finally reach out to my brother. With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, I gathered my resolve. The cabin felt quieter than usual, the lingering traces of rain mingling with the hushed stillness of the forest outside. With Elias's assurances that the storm had passed and phone service would likely be restored, I took a deep breath and prepared myself to leave the cabin with him.

Elias and I ventured out of the secluded cabin and into his weathered old truck. The air was crisp and clean, infused with the earthy scent of damp pine needles and the lingering promise of a fresh start. I hesitated for a moment before sliding into the passenger seat, the leather of Lily's clothes clinging uncomfortably to my skin.

Elias, clad in faded jeans and a threadbare flannel shirt, settled himself behind the wheel with the ease of familiarity. His weathered features bore the weight of years gone by.

As we drove down the winding forest road, the dense canopy overhead gradually gave way to patches of blue sky peeking through the parting clouds. The lush greenery of the forest melted into sprawling fields dotted with wildflowers, a vibrant tapestry woven by nature's hand.

Finally, we arrived at the quaint little town nestled at the edge of the wilderness, its streets lined with charming storefronts and cozy cafes. The station stood like a beacon of civilization amidst the rustic backdrop, its red-brick facade weathered by time and wear. Stepping out of the truck, I couldn't shake the sense of unease that clung to me like a second skin.

As we made our way into the station, the bustling activity of commuters and travelers filled the air with a palpable energy. Elias led the way with a confident stride, his eyes scanning the crowd with a watchful gaze.

I followed closely behind, my senses on high alert as we navigated the maze of platforms and ticket counters. The clatter of footsteps and the murmur of voices surrounded us like a cacophony of life, a stark contrast to the eerie stillness of the cabin in the woods.

As we approached the ticket counter, Elias turned to me with a reassuring smile, his eyes warm with a silent understanding.

In the bustling station, Elias and I found a secluded spot away from the throngs of travelers. With a determined look, I approached the ticket counter, my heart pounding with anticipation. I explained my situation to the attendant, a sympathetic look crossing his face as he offered to let me use the station's phone.

Grateful for his kindness, I dialed my brother's number, each digit a lifeline connecting me to the outside world. The phone rang, each tone echoing in the cavernous space, until finally, it answered

But it was a female voice.

Stupid Isabella Moretti, Marco's on-again, off-again girlfriend.

I hate her.

I gritted my teeth, feeling a surge of resentment toward Isabella as I listened to her chirpy voice through the phone.