106. Presence of someone behind

Emma's POV

In the enchanting embrace of this Paradise, nights unfold with a chill that sweeps through the air, carried by the gentle whispers of the wind. Under the soft glow of lamps, the crystal-clear lake mirrors the illuminating rays, transforming its waters into a canvas of sparkling pearls. The air, weaving through the stillness, shares tales like a ghost story, sending shivers that dance along the water's surface.

Beneath the serene facade, the lake's inhabitants, a symphony of fishes, playfully dart in and out, leaving ripples that serenade the silence. Seated on the cool, moist grass at the water's edge, I observe their aquatic ballet, wrapping myself in a silent embrace.

Everyone has fallen asleep in the pull of deep slumber after a long tiring day and the whole villa like house is acutely silent and dead. While sleep was long gone from my eyes and I found myself here, unable to find a surge of relief.

In the tapestry of my existence, colors have painted the chapters of my j