When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Despite her efforts to take deep breaths, it brought no relief.

“Sir! Please stop the car!”

Stella’s words fell on deaf ears as the driver continued to speed up.

A cold sweat broke out on Stella’s forehead, and a sense of foreboding overwhelmed her.

She strained to get a look at the driver, who was obscured by a peaked cap, his face largely hidden.

Something about his eyes seemed eerily familiar.

As her breath grew shorter, Stella’s consciousness began to fade.

In a desperate move, she unfastened her seat belt and lunged forward, attempting to grab the driver’s shoulder.

At that moment, the driver hit the accelerator once more.

Stella’s face blanched with terror.

The sudden acceleration caused her to lurch forward, then fall back heavily into her seat.

the impact, it took her a few moments

on

“Who are you?”

silent, fueling Stella’s growing

shivered involuntarily, unsure of the

he after money, or did

speeding, he had done

in turmoil, Stella closed her eyes,

the car slowed down and

thoughts, a hoarse

be happy

”

in Stella, but before she could ponder it further, the sound of the car unlocking snapped her back to

to stay a moment longer, Stella hurried out of the car, only to be greeted by the waft of exhaust as the

doubled over, coughing and struggling to catch her breath, trying in vain to note

with nausea, she leaned against a

some time, Stella’s

voice before-it was the man in the wheelchair at the

Confusion set in.