27. The man under the street light

He slowly Leaned forward to her until their faces were close enough to each other. A short distance capable of sending someone's heart to the abyss!

And YiMing didn't know if her heart was there or not. Perhaps she had already lost it!

He then slowly brought up his hands as he brought them to her hair. She quickly closed her eyes not wanting to know what would happen next.

She could only feel his right hands coming to her right ears and then after they had touched her hair...It left.

She still had her eyes closed, her heart thumping even heavier!

"You have a really pretty flower up there," He said as she opened her eyes to see the blue rose flower in his hands.

She was confused and surprised at the same time as she brought her hands to surf through her hair. There was no sign of any flowers.

She couldn't ask if he got the flowers from her hair. It seemed like he did!

"Uh..I..." She Shuttered without knowing what she said or would say.

He looked at the flower for a while and then he opened the book in his hands and carefully placed it in between the pages.

"Why were You out here?" He asked, still placing the flower in his book carefully.

"Huh? Me?" She repeated.

"What were you doing out here? Were you here to meet someone?" He asked.

She had panicked for a while. She didn't think it was okay to tell him, so she knew she had to cover up.

"Well...I...I ..." She looked around" I came here to admire the flowers"

She Cursed herself for giving such a lousy excuse! She could have done better than coming to admire the flower excuse!

He watched her for a while as he raised an eyes brow. It was obvious that it was a lie. "Admire flowers.." He repeated as he looked around.

"Then I'll be heading off...to class now," She said as she walked past him immediately. She believed leaving would cover up the humiliation she felt.

"Remember," He said as she stopped.

He slowly turned to look in her direction " Remember our date tonight" He said with a plain expression.

"Oh..." She said as she nodded sheepishly and then turned and clumsily made her way out.

He watched her run off out of sight. Then he sighed and looked at the book in his hands.

He slowly opened it and then with an ink pen that had appeared in his hands, he wrote down something.

*****

SiChen sat in the driver's seat while he griped the Stirling with both hands. He looked out of the car and into the sky.

The full moon was up that night creating an exquisite View of the night sky.

He left the Stirling and leaned back in his car. He had felt something at the moment as he opened his hands. What he was waiting for was here.

MU YU

30 YEARS, MALE

DIED OF SUICIDE

He stared at the card for a while as he looked outside at the apartment that stood just across the road.

The dim streetlights didn't care to bring light into the streets and the apartment seemed lonely enough. The light there mostly illuminated the entrance door to the apartment

He looked at this detail for a while before he decided to walk out.

On coming out, the car door didn't open but he had gone through the door and came out, invisible and now dressed in his black outfit and black hat. His Grim reaper costume.

From a point of view, it was the image of a man, totally in Black, heading towards the building. But from a mortal's point of view, there was nothing.

SiChen majestically made his way to the building but as he was close to the few stairs leading upwards, he suddenly stopped.

It was an abrupt stop as though he had felt something. And he did feel something.

His eyes quickly moved to his right. At a distance, there stood a single streetlight standing and showing its light below.

Below this light was a bench and on this bench sat a man.

From the far distance where SiChen stood. what he Could see was the figure of a man. a man dressed in black.

This man also had a hat over his head, Like a Grim reaper. But the obvious truth was that he wasn't. And SiChen could tell.

He stared at this man whom he felt gave the heavy vibes. This man simply sat there under these oddly lit streetlights, writing something in his hands on this very night all alone.

SiChen could only conclude that he wasn't human. But then again, what was he?

The question rang through his head as he stared at this man writing at a distance..he didn't see him clearly at all but he could tell he was writing...

His energy was odd...His energy was familiar and his energy was more dangerous than any other thing - This was what SiChen knew.

The card in his hands glowed, reminding him of what he should be doing at this moment! Collecting a soul!

He threw a glance at the card which had glowed in his hand and also immediately looked up at the scene he was looking at previously, again.

But the man was gone and the light too.