16.
He who longs the sunHawol slipped out through the crack of the metal plate swiftly, brushing away some of the stains that had caught on her pastel pink cotton pullover. She sighed happily, rubbing the fabric between her fingers as she made her way when a group of women approached her. Taken aback, she stumbled and almost fell on her hips but they managed to catch her before she crashed.
“Who are you?” Hawol asked daringly, her eyes bright and unwavering as she stood straight again. One of the women was about to response when a younger, 30 something woman held her back. She had hair as dark as her brown eyes while her gaze was rather grim. Hawol grew afraid. “We’re just your neighbourhood friends, at least to your mother of course.” she spoke coldly, taking a seat on a long bench by the side of the alley.
“Okay, so?” Hawol retorted, holding her stance and keeping her confidence. “We know that you are meeting that…that thing in that old garage. To put it simply, we advice you to stop doing so. I’m sure you heard about the corpses right?” She continued as another woman nodded, muttering 'yes’ to support the woman’s statement. But it only made Hawol feel offended.
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