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Otland enjoyed a temperate maritclimate, ensuring that summer temperatures seldom exceeded ninety-five
degrees Fahrenheit, with frequent misty rains dotting the landscape. On this particular day, the sun cast its
warm, languid beams across the sky, creating ideal conditions for outdoor adventures.
Sun Park, Lochdeer’s crown jewel adjacent to the Queen's palace, beckoned many with its fame. Norah and Alice
had visited it following the successful treatment of the Queen.
As a well-known park, Sun Park boasted expansive forests and man-made lakes, with its breathtaking vistas
drawing crowds seeking repose and recreation. The weekend brought an even larger throng, animated further by
open-air music concerts that beca staple during the festive season.
Laughter and chatter filled the air as couples meandered under the cool shade of plane trees, families enjoyed
picnics, and elderly pairs shared leisurely strolls—contributing to a scene of perfect harmony. Picnickers sprawled
on the lush grass, basking in the serene ambiance.
Among them, a couple garnered particular attention. The woman, clad in a pearl beige gown and standing tall,
her chestnut waves flowing freely, moved with an elegance that complemented her companion’s presence.
“Sean, let's sit over there,” Norah suggested.
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Phillip hadn’t accompanied them. After Sean drove Norah to Sun Park, they strolled leisurely from the entrance
toward the interior.
Norah had her eyes set on a quaint area by the lake, where a few stone benches invited visitors to relax. Most
people preferred the grass, soaking up the sun, leaving the bench area relatively quiet.
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“Alright,” Sean agreed, his silver-grey suit accentuating his physique, drawing admiring glances from many
women along the path.
Norah, trailing behind, mused with a hint of amusement, “He was so passionate last night, yet today, his
demeanor could make one think | owe him money. Who would ever think he’s interested in me? Funny.”
Realizing Norah was quickening her steps to match his, Sean unconsciously slowed down, aligning his pace with
hers.
The park's expanse seemed endless, and Norah, familiar with its layout, wasn’t keen on an exhaustive walk. She
chere for a romantic stroll, not a marathon. The artificial lake beside them was a canvas of rippling water,
mirroring the breeze’s gentle touch.
Norah's gaze lingered on the water, a reflection of her fluctuating emotions. Silence fell between them,
momentarily isolating them from the surrounding bustle.
The lively sounds of other park-goers felt both near and distant, leaving Norah with a complex expression. Was it
up to her to break the silence then?
“Splash!”
“Help! Somebody help! Someone fell into the water!”
“Help!”
“Help, please!”
Just as Norah gathered her thoughts to dispel the quiet between them, urgent cries pierced the air, halting her
intentions. The calls for assistance multiplied, slicing through the calm atmosphere and igniting a wave of
commotion among the bystanders.
Curious onlookers from all corners of the park were quickly drawn to the source of the disturbance, congregating
around the area where the unfolded.
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By the tNorah and Sean made their way to the crowd, the individual who had fallen was already being pulled
from the water.
The victim was a young man, barely in his twenties. He lay there, drenched.
“Please help save my brother! My brother just fell into the water by accident! Does anyone know about first aid
treatment? Is there anyone kind enough to help save him? I'm begging you, please!” A blonde-haired woman
knelt beside him, presumably the victim's sister, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling with
desperation.
The onlookers hesitated to intervene, their indifference palpable.
“I've already called for an ambulance. Let's hope it gets here soon so your brother can receive the help he
needs,” one bystander said, trying to offer scomfort.
“May your brother be safe and sound. Our thoughts are with him,” another voice chimed in, sending well-wishes
the sister's way, yet, like the others, taking no direct action to assist.
The man who had just rescued the fallen individual stood nearby, squeezing the water from his shirt. He
appeared visibly frustrated by the lack of assistance from the crowd.
As he weighed the decision to intervene further, a clear, authoritative female voice cut through the noise,
commanding attention. “Everyone, please give us sspace!”
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