Chapter 7
Night fell on the town and the stars cast their rays upon the tranquil land. The sound of cicadas and owls could be heard for miles as they sang the song of mother earth. The moon slowly rose, and shadows grew strong. House lights went dim, and all went to bed. A cool gust of wind blows, and the velvet curtains dance in the window. The silhouette of the trees branches could be seen cast on the floor, in front of the bed. There the mysterious man sat, waiting for Annette to awake.
Earlier in the day, the firemen, police and doctors made their way to the estate. They came to the conclusion that it was all an accident, and it was not intentional from the dark skid marks on the dirt path. The way that the car made impact with the tree was a sign that she was not paying much attention to where she was going. Doctors came to inspect Annette, and said she should recover just fine. They provide her caretakers with a few medications to help her come with the pain and said that a good amount of rest would be beneficial. The doctors said that if she didn't have her seatbelt on, she would have never survived upon impact, and that she was lucky she wasn't seriously hurt. A bright red toe truck carted her car away later that afternoon for inspected. All the lose items were given to the caretaker for safekeeping, and even with all the curiosity, the man did not snoop around to find out the identity of this beautiful stranger, now in his care.
"How is she doing?" Yvette asked. He slowly turned around and replied, "She's holding in there", then he swing around again to marvel at Annette's gorgeous face. "Sir, it's getting late, can I suggest you go to bed and get some rest?" "I'm fine, thanks" he replied, as he stared out into the dark world beyond the estate. As Yvette began to head out the door, she was quickly called back. "Yvette, would you be so kind as to open the doors. I'd like to get some fresh air in here…" He questioned with a grin on his face. "Sure thing" she said as she headed over to the balcony to open the class doors. "That's fine like that," he calmly answered. "Shall I get you a cup of coffee sir?" she asked, as she trotted towards the door. "No, that's not necessary, thank you. That will be all" he replied, as she exited the room.
Minutes melted into hours, as he sat by Annette's side, awaiting her consciousness. He watched the stars glisten outside, as they shimmered for the world to marvel in their beauty. As he looked down at Annette, he pondered about whom she was. He had never seen this woman in his life. What was she doing at his aunt' s house and how did she crash? As his mind filled with questions, he felt his eyelids become weaker, and weaker. Trying to stay awake, he widely opened his eyes, and yawned, but he was weary of the day's occurrence. A cool breeze swept into the room; as he sank into the lush velvet chair, sound asleep.