𝘉𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘦 | 𝚁𝚘𝚗 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝟷𝟾+

Chapter Fourteen

Ron's POV

Weeks passed, and as I slowly opened my eyes, I felt a lingering sense of enchantment from the dream that had just carried me away. The vivid images and emotions danced in my mind, like a delicate ballet of memories. It was a dream, but it felt so vivid and alive. As I closed my eyes, I found myself transported back to a time when laughter and innocence filled the air. (Y/N) was by my side, her presence bringing a rush of emotions flooding back. The memories we shared were imprinted in my mind as if they had just happened yesterday. 

My eyes wandered around my apartment. Suddenly, a realization hit me like a ton of bricks - she had already left. I strained my mind, desperately attempting to recall the events of the evening when she walked away from my life. It was as if my memories were shrouded in a thick fog, making it difficult to grasp onto any concrete details. Yet, amidst the haze, one recollection stood out vividly - the moment she confessed to the horrible crimes she had committed.

It hit me like a bolt of lightning. The realization washed over me, sending shivers down my spine and causing my heart to skip a beat. It was as if time stood still for a moment, As the moment arrived, (Y/N) found herself admitting her crimes. The weight of her actions hung heavy in the air, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. In that intense moment, I found myself surrendering to a dark impulse, urging her to take her own life. As I reflect on it now, the events that unfolded seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. Today, as I reflect on the events that unfolded, I can't help but feel certain that it was my actions that drove her away.

Should I attempt to track down her? or should I just leave her be and be happy with the memories we created together?

So there I was, standing in front of the fridge, contemplating my breakfast options. The usual suspects were there: a carton of eggs, a loaf of bread, and some questionable-looking yogurt. But none of them were calling out to me. I needed something different, something exciting to kickstart my day.

I shook my head and then made the decision to have breakfast in the backyard instead. I was getting ready to cross the street to go to a restaurant that is just across from my flat when I saw that the traffic signal had gone green. Signaling the vehicles to drive ahead while also causing me to entirely halt as I walk toward crossing the street. yet a woman who was walking around with a basket of groceries seemed oblivious to it. My muscles moved on their own, and I took hold of her. 

As I reached out to grab the lady's arm, her groceries slipped from her grasp and scattered across the ground. Without hesitation, I immediately sprang into action, bending down to help her gather the fallen items. As she frantically apologized for the accident, I reassured her that it was no trouble at all. As I reached down to grab the groceries, my eyes caught a glimpse of her delicate hand. It was adorned with a ring, perfectly placed on her ring finger. As we finished gathering her groceries, we both straightened up. I couldn't help but notice that she was wearing a hat, which partially concealed her face from my point of view. I extended my hand, offering her my assistance. However, she simply shook her head, declining my offer, and swiftly departed from the scene.

As I arrived at the restaurant, I felt a sense of anticipation. The aroma of delicious food wafted through the air, enticing my taste buds. The waitress approached my table, her cheerful smile lighting up the room. I couldn't help but notice her delicate hand as she gracefully handed me the menu. Amongst the sea of faces, there she was - the woman who dropped her goods. She appeared just like the countless others I had encountered before, blending into the background of the restaurant. I decided to double-check my memory just to be certain. As I recollected my encounter with the woman, only two distinct details remained etched in my mind: her captivating lips and the exquisite ring adorning her finger. I maintained my composure, trying not to make it obvious.