Dilara

Chapter 83:

I finally wash off the remainders of the soap on my body, I grab a fluffy white towel and wrap it around my body.

I get a smaller one and start drying my hair. I step out of the bathroom and stop in my tracks.

There's someone standing in front of my window. The man in black.

'Christianto?' I ask, my voice shaking.

I pick up my knife from my bed, walking towards them.

They turn around and I'm immediately drawn to their icy blue eyes.

It's not Christianto.

'What do you want?' I snap.

I look down and see that they're holding a single dark purple, almost black rose.

They outstretch their arm and hand it to me. I see that there's a note attached to it.

I carefully walk towards The man in black, not putting down my knife and I take the note off him.

I look down and open it up.

Good luck - D.D

When I look up again, the man's gone and my window is open, the cold air moving the curtains.

I run to the balcony and look down.

There's no way someone could jump down and survive.

I close my window, and close the curtains.

I get changed and hear a knock at my door. I open it up and see Zoya holding a black bag, smiling at me.

'Are you ready?' She asks, walking in.

'Yeah....' I reply closing the door and looking back at my window.

'Are you alright you seem a bit shaken?' She asks.

'I'm fine,' I say.

I see that I left the note on my desk and I quickly pocket it.

'Ok, just lay on your stomach and I'll get started.' She says. 'It shouldn't take more than five minutes.'

I take off my shirt and lay on my stomach for her, so my back is exposed.

'This tattoo should last at least a month if you take care of it,' Zoya explains. 'But, just mix bicarbonate of soda with some vinegar and it'll be gone in no time.'

'Thank you so much Zoya,' I say.

'No worries,' she says.

She dampens my upper back with a cloth and then I feel her place a sheet on it, which I guess is the tattoo.

Why did he randomly give me a note?

Who's D.D?

'Dilara hello,' Zoya waves a hand in my face. 'You completely zoned out.'

'Oh sorry,' I reply. 'What were you saying?'

'Your tattoo is ready, you can sit up now.' She says. 'Just let it dry for a bit.'