Interlude (1.4)

Damn! He could have told me earlier. I go to my room. Feeling lethargic, I put the phone on the table. Talking to my ex who gave me syphilis is not something I wanted to do. I open the window. The sky is bleeding red. There is a thick layer of snow covering the road.

Why do I have this familiar ominous feeling that something bad is about to happen?

My phone starts ringing.

After a moment of contemplation, I pick it up. The person remains quiet for a moment. Sound of breathing is clear. I tilt my head and whisper, "Raymond?"

"Vina, you are awake."

"Why the fuck are you calling me?" And it has been six months since I woke up.

"I don't know," He answers my unasked question. "I am waiting outside your home. Come to the window."

What? I dash to the window. On the other side of the road, I see a tall man with honey blonde hair, blue eyes, and c