Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 242 First Love

In late autumn, up on the mountaintop, the ground was covered in yellow leaves. There was this girl sitting on a rock, hugging her guitar and singing her heart out. Her back was to me, and her voice was just... soulful. I couldn't see her face, just her long hair flowing over her shoulders.

When she finished her song, I couldn't help but clap. She turned around, looking startled. That was the first time I saw Fiona. She was beautiful, with long eyelashes and big eyes, kind of like Emily.

Fiona had this delicate look that reminded me of Emily. She glanced at me a few times, looking a bit uneasy, then quickly slung her guitar over her back and took off on her little bike. Watching her ride away, I found it kind of funny. I thought, 'Did I scare her? Do I look like a bad guy?'

I originally came to the mountaintop to chill for a bit, but for some reason, I turned my bike around and chased after her. Fiona looked back and saw me following, so she pedaled even faster. I thought, 'Does she really think I'm a bad guy?' It was downhill, and she was losing control. Her bike's tires were smaller than mine, so she couldn't outrun me. I overtook her to keep her from going too fast and crashing.

At the foot of the mountain, on a bridge, I stopped to rest and lit a cigarette. About five minutes later, Fiona showed up on her bike. I was leaning against the bridge, puffing smoke. She must've thought I was dangerous because she sped up again, like I was gonna jump out and grab her.

But then her bike stopped before she even got on the bridge. I saw the chain had come off. She got off to check and looked pretty helpless. So, I helped her fix it. My hands got all greasy, and she handed me a tissue from her bag, thanking me. For some reason, I suddenly remembered that rainy day when Emily thanked me. Just like now, she handed me a tissue but seemed a bit scared to look at me.

The second time I met Fiona was in a bar, and that was when I found out she was a resident singer there. That day, a drunk guy rushed the stage to harass her. I guess I was a bit drunk and felt like meeting her again was fate, so I stood up for

her.

That fight was wild. I got a bit hurt, just a scratch. I didn't think it was necessary to go to the hospital, so Fiona got a first aid kit from the bar owner and treated my wound. She squatted in front of me, head down, her long eyelashes casting shadows. She carefully applied ointment and gently blew on it, her cool breath brushing over my skin.

At that moment, I was really drawn to Fiona's gentle and serious demeanor. She seemed delicate, but her singing was powerful and infectious. She was a small girl, yet her voice carried a sense of having been through a lot, a voice full of

sorrow.

saw her, I couldn't help but think of Emily. They both had that inner strength wrapped in

was the kindest woman to me since Cindy. After Cindy passed away, few people treated me so gently. I couldn't resist her kindness and warmth. We shared common interests and were both people who lacked love, coming together to keep each other warm. It felt so

our band, and we released an album. I gave her protection,

pain and guilt. But when Victor found out

a superior or inferior job. She earned her living with her talent. He looked down on singers,

summer, Victor suggested we all go to a resort for vacation during our break. I didn't want to go at first,

waited at the spot we agreed on, but Fiona never showed up. She had said she'd come, but she didn't. I had a

Fiona's always so anxious and insecure. Is it her issue, or am

could feel her affection for me. Even though I knew deep down I didn't love her deeply, I enjoyed the warmth and comfort

we settled in at the resort and were getting ready for a nap, Victor went out alone. I don't know why

looking around as he went. I followed him carefully and saw him stop at a hidden spot deep in the woods. I climbed up a bit and stood behind a scenic rock, which gave

a cigarette in his mouth, looked around warily and left. I followed the man down the mountain and saw him head towards a van. The van's window was open, and another man was sitting inside. The man with the cigarette immediately got into the passenger seat, turned his head, and started talking to the man in the van. I got a good look at the man with the cigarette's face. He had a high hairline, a distinctive complexion, and unique features. I thought I would recognize him if I saw him

been, and I lied, saying I had just wandered around.

I visited Cindy's grave. What exactly happened on the day Cindy

and mentally twisted. I could even describe him as having committed many evil

makeup. Fiona never used to wear such heavy makeup because she didn't need it to enhance her beauty. Now, with heavy makeup, she looked like a different person. She seemed very

quite young but looked more mature than girls her age, probably due to her experiences. Her life was also pitiful; her father passed away early, her mother was bedridden, and she gave up her education for her sister. Now, she worked in a bar, enduring