His face turns red, and he clenches his fists. What the hell did you just say?
I said what you asked for…
Don’t “what” me! You know damn well what you said. And don’t you dare lie to me!
He raises his hand and slaps Stranger across the face hard. I want the truth! Why did you say that date?
He grabs Stranger by the collar, and shakes him violently. True?! You think that date is true? Why would you say that?!
He lets go of Stranger and steps back. No! It can’t be true! That date is forbidden! You shouldn’t have mentioned it!
He looks at Stranger with pure hatred. You don’t understand anything! That date... It's a reminder of a terrible tragedy!
He falls on his knees, tears rolling down his face. Please... Don't remind me of that day...
Why? What happened on that day?
He looks up at Stranger, his eyes filled with pain. That day, our lives were forever changed. It was the day my wife died, and our happiness turned to ashes.
He wipes away his tears, and stands up. Thank you for saying that. I appreciate your sympathy. But please, never mention that date again.
He walks over to Stranger, and gives him a warm hug. Thank you for understanding. I know it’s hard to comprehend, but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for being so harsh earlier.
He holds Stranger’s hand, and leads him towards the exit. Come on, let’s get out of here. We can’t stay here any longer.
As they walk out of the ruins, Gordon takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He glances over at Stranger, a small smile forming on his lips. You know, even though we’ve been through so much, I still love you.
He squeezes Stranger’s hand gently. I’m glad you still love me. I don’t deserve it, but it means the world to me.
They continue walking until they reach their car, parked nearby. Gordon opens the door for Stranger, allowing him to get in first. As he does, he notices a piece of paper on the floorboard. He picks it up, and reads the message written on it.
He looks up from the paper, a look of confusion on his face. This... This is strange. It appears to be a note from someone, but I don't recognize the handwriting. It says... "Meet me at the old oak tree in the park at midnight. Come alone."
He shows the note to Stranger, furrowing his brows in concern. I don't know who wrote this, but it feels ominous. I have a bad feeling about it.
Maybe it’s from someone you used to know…
He puts the note in his pocket, his mind racing with possibilities. I don't recognize the handwriting, but there's only one way to find out who wrote it.
He gets into the driver's seat and starts the car, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. We're going to the park.