Handsome Stranger

Chapter 3 The woman on white

"I stood out as the only person immune to the toxic gaze directed at Zarek.

Whispers and side talks circulated around the airport terminal, with fingers pointed accusingly at him. Zarek himself looked more confused than I was, while the girl beside him quickly hailed a taxi,

which zooms off as if chased by the savage schoolboys from William Golding's 'Lord of the Flies.

"Kai, did you notice what just happened?" I ask

"Well, I did," Kai replied, "but why are you so interested in him?"

He raises his eye at me suspiciously, his gaze sharp before avoiding mine.

"Is there something you're not telling me?" he pressed on, his hands no longer on my waist.

Just then, Bertha's voice breaks the tension.

“Miss Ray” Bertha call out standing beside her

"Wow, look who came to pick me up!" I exclaimed, forcing a broad smile.

"Don't fall for this, don't think we're friends just because I came to pick you up," Bertha said curtly. "I was just in the area."

"And we are still just..." Bertha started, but I quickly interrupted her.

l "Acquaintances," I finish her statement

“Now, Kai, can I borrow my roomie , we have a project to submit ?” Bertha asks kai

“Sure, bye “ he say emotionlessly

I slid into the passenger seat while Bertha got behind the wheels , as bet ride off the parking lots

It seems like you're continuing the story with a conversation between Ray and Bertha in the car. Here's a rewritten version with some minor tweaks for clarity and flow:

"Don't think we're friends just because I came to pick you up," Bertha said curtly. "I was just in the area."

"And we are still just..." Bertha started, but I quickly interrupted her. "Acquaintances," I finished.

Bertha then asked Kai, "Now, can I borrow my roomie? We have a project to submit."

“ I came with your project," Bertha replied. "I wanted to submit ours together, but the professor says we have to submit individually."

My ears searching for it and found it on the back seat

I chuckle and ask, "Well, when you went to his office, did you try showing the old man your pretty legs and busty chest?"

Bertha laughs , "Of course, I wore a skimpy dress too! Too bad he didn't have his glasses on

She signs with her hand on the steering, and her eyes on the road

“ yeah if he had his glasses have taken mine”

“

“As if you'd ever wear a skimpy dress to school” say sarcastically

“Don't underestimate me miss Ray, I really did” she says trying to sound honest

But I know her too well

"I believe you did wear the dress in your vivid imagination," I say teasingly.

"I can't blame you, what was the saying again? 'A slut is never respected in her own house'?"

"So, how much have you made from being slutty?" I ask, trying to hold my laughter.

"Ugh, Ray, a corpse was found in the apartment of a male student," Bertha says. My eyes widen in shock.

"Are you for real?"

"Yeah, and those who saw the corpse thought it was you”

I ran out crying while Suzy led me to the apartment where the corpse laid Suzy , but when I saw that face, I knew it wasn't you. Though she shares the same face with you, but she had multiple rings on her fingers,

I remember you don't like wearing rings." Bertha's voice trembles.

"And then those who came to exhume the corpse found trace of Formaldehyde on the corpse

On the corpse apparently she has been dead for months, but the psycho who killed her preserved the body in a freezer

It all sounds strange I didn't even get a clear narrative

“ hey, Ray”

“ Hmm” I reply breaking my thought short

“ Ray the corpse was she wearing a white dress”

“Yes she was wearing a bloody white dress “

My heart freezes

“ and how did you know that “ she asks

“Well.. I saw her “ I answer

“You saw herl” bet asks raising her brows

This time her eyes were staring at me

“ hey watch out!” I scream at her

"The car landed on its side. I realize we had been hit by another vehicle.

Bertha's eyes were still fixed on me, a mixture of shock and confusion on her face.

'What do you mean you saw her?' she asks, her voice shaking slightly. I try to explain, but the words get stuck in my throat.

Suddenly, the driver's side door bursts open, and a figure pulls Bertha out of the car. I try to scream, but my voice is muffled.

The last thing I see is Bertha's terrified face before everything goes black."

"It was her again, the lady in white.

I could see her through the narrow space of the slightly opened door. The house looked haunted, with leaves growing on all parts of it, even the roof.

She wasn't in a mirror this time; she was standing inside the room, facing the wall. My heartbeat changed from a normal breathing rate; I was scared. I

move backward slowly, turning my back, but she called out my name: 'Ray!' In shock and confusion, I ran for it, straight into the bushes, trembling on the dried leaves with my legs. I ran as fast as I could, but saw her in front of me, as though she had teleported.

this time, she didn't look bloody or corpse-like. In fear, I walked closer, and she looked lively. Her dress was as white as snow; her hair looks pretty."

“Ray “ she says in an emotionless tone

“Ray” this time with a trembly voice

“I lived in misery and sorrow “ she continued

“Ray please lay my corpses to rest, I want to rest ray, I wish to be buried ray “ she says in a low tone

“i tried responding , but my lips couldn't seem to find the right word to say

“Ray I need your help” she cries out

“Ray please help me “

As I gazed into her eyes, I felt a strange connection, like we shared a secret only we understood.

She reached out a hand, and I hesitated, unsure if I should trust her,but something about her gentle smile put me at ease. I took her hand, and she leaned in close.

"Ray, do you know who I am? Do you know me? she asks in a whisper , her breath tickling my ear.

I shook my head, still trying to process the strange visions and feelings flooding my mind.

She nodded, as if expecting my answer. "You will," she said, her voice filled with conviction. "You will, we were together for five hours after our birth of course you should no me”

Suddenly, the air around us began to swirl, leaves and trees moving in accordance with the wind waves .

The lady in white raised her hand, and the wind died down, revealing a pendant that looks identical to mine with a locket attached to it.

She picked it up, opening the locket to reveal two faded photographs inside. One was of a man and a woman. The photos were much too old for me to know what their faces looked like.

"Who is this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "That, Ray, is our story”

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I stared at the photographs, my mind reeling with questions. How did I know this woman? Why did we look so happy together? The lady in white's eyes seemed to hold a deep sadness, as if she knew secrets I couldn't remember.

"Who am I?" I asked, feeling a sense of desperation creeping in.

"You are Ray," she replied, her voice soft. "My Ray. We were meant to be together, but fate had other plans."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as she spoke. There was something familiar about her words, something that echoed deep within me.

Suddenly, the world around us began to blur, my brain unable to comprehend the pictures she was painting

“Who are they” I ask now curious and calm

“they are ours ray , yours and mine or perhaps they were” she says in a sad tone

“Ours… what does that even mean” I ask this lady has succeeded in confusing me

“Ray she needs your help, your help” she added before suddenly disappearing into thin air .

“Nooo! Wait come back, don't go “

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I stumbled through the woods, the locket clutched in my hand, my mind racing with questions. Who was I? Who was the lady in white? And what did she mean by "our love, our life together"?

As I walked, the trees grew taller, the shadows deepening. I felt like I was being watched, but every time I turned, there was no one there.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness. It was Bertha, her eyes wide with concern.

I ran toward her , but couldn't hold or touch her. It was as though there was a barrier separating us then suddenly she disappeared.

And then, everything went black.

When I came to, I was lying on the ground, the lady in white nowhere to be seen. But the locket remained, clutched in my hand, the photographs still visible inside.

I stumbled to my feet, determined to uncover the truth about my past, about the lady in white, and about the strange connection we shared.

How's that? I continued the story, introducing more mystery and intrigue, and setting the stage for Ray's journey to uncover his forgotten past.

A nurse comes running to me as soon as she notices am conscience she was wearing a white gown , she had pretty longs legs , her face was roundly shaped ,she had blue eyes that matches that of the sky perfectly, she looked neat down to her crocks

“Miss you finally awake , u were unconscious for days” she says with a look of pure consign and sympathy

“Hmm have you seen Bertha , the lady who drove the car that landed me here” I ask

“No miss, you were the one only one on the car “

“I didn't driver , my friend drove me ,

“ miss when I and my colleagues arrived at accident scene your hands were on the steering “

“You drove there yourself miss”

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