Word Count: 3,179
Summary: You were supposed to be visiting your grandmother in the country. You were supposed to be sitting in your favorite swinging chair and sipping chamomile tea as you listened to her old, mythical tales. But as the days drag on and the seasons change just a little too quickly, you can’t help but wonder if the man who rescued from your terrible accident is as normal as he claims—and if you are still even in the real world.
@eaddi thanks for your advice! ^u^
This is my “first” fanfiction on here, so hopefully it’s a good read!
Ever since you were a little girl, your most favorite things in the world were your grandmother and her chamomile tea. Though you haven’t seen her in almost five years due to school and work, you finally managed to scrap together some vacation time with the intention to retreat from your busy life in the city to the rural country, where your grandmother resided.
Of course, your own mother had been rather worried at the thought of you travelling such a long distance on your own, but you quickly convinced her that you were no longer a little girl. If you were capable of holding a job and living by yourself, then you were more than capable of driving a couple of miles on an empty road. Besides—you welcomed the solitude. It was also a nice getaway from the cacophony of busy crowds and honking cars. Here, on this lonely road, it was only you.