The Mystery of Margorie Walker

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  The next day was a sunny day. Hanzel decided to work on the farm again. The farm had been abandoned for years since Margorie’s death. When she left him, he forwent everything that he used to care in life, for she was the most significant thing that he lived for. After his meeting with her the previous night, he did not regret anything he said to her. At last, he thought, he had told her the truth. When she was living, he never got the chance to express his love. When she was dead, he was finally able to do so. It was ironic, wasn’t it? Everything came too late. Too late.

  Still, just as stubborn as her, he had a persistence of never giving up the slightest opportunity to meet her again. She might have turned into a monstrous creature by now but he still yearned to see her. Love is dangerous, so he learnt it. But he did not care. The most wondrous thing about love is that you can do anything for it despite danger. He almost bore in mind that one day, sooner or later, she would accept him. Take him away with her and let him join her. In their death.

  At night, he walked along the vacant street. She had threatened him not to interfere with her business but he swore he would save every victim he could find. He did not do this to irritate her on purpose but to meet her. He knew this was the only way to see her.

  “So, you never give up.” Her voice muttered in the dark. “No matter what I say.”

  He had just arrived at the church in time to save an old farmer from jumping off the roof.

  “As long as I can see you, I won’t.” Was Hanzel’s answer.

  “I will come for him tomorrow even if he fails to die tonight.” Margorie swore.

  “Then, I shall come again to save him from death.” Hanzel replied.

  “Whatever.” She shot him an indignant stare and disappeared into the mist.

  For the first time in these two years, Hanzel smiled.

  He took her last word as a “yes” and he could not wait to see her again.