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Vienna — A Place of Ghosts and Cures
After the whole day Dee got tired and Rayyan took her back .
"I wanted to see more" Dee tells him and then she fell asleep .
Rayyan was worried she's not recovered yet her power he pray to god that she will soon be the Dee he met first. He remembers the day he kidnap her and she cry but all those are sounded like a memories and Dee doesn't remember the past it's a good thing to . She left him . She doesn't wants him but Rayyan believe her he told her that "you love me that's why you leave me you don't want to put me in danger" and he believes his words . .
He believes her no matter what she cares for him and now it's time to repay he regret that he let her go even the day she was in the accident Casey of that Duke in tunnel and the day she left him.
He regret the most and poeples says that "dead people receive more flower then alive one cause regret is much greater then gratitude" .
Rayyan don't want her to hurt and this time it's him who will help her .
He mummer to himself "I will do anything Dee. This time I will gladly take the bullet , the serum and Evey threat thats for you . I will never leave you again . I promise. I promise to god. I will always be there for you. I will try my best even if you don't remember I will make the best memories. I will make you fall for me . I will start over Everything and this time. I hope you won't remember it so, I can give you the peaceful and happy life you deserve" .
He fall asleep while looking at her he wanted her to be the sight he see when he woke up when he sleep and even when he dies.
In the morning Rayyan woke up and see Dee isn't there .
He panicked he hurriedly get up and start looking for her he find her in the kitchen making breakfast. He ran towards her and hug her like he will never see her again .
"Why are you here?" Rayyan ask .
"I was hungry making breakfast for myself so I thought I should make one for you to" Dee says while pushing him.
"What happened? You seem worried" Dee ask .
"Don't disappear like this again" Rayyan says . "It's not like I die so something" Rayyan quickly stop Dee by saying "you can't die especially before me. I can't _" Dee cut his words .
"Enough go wash up I will take these plates to tables".
Rayyan understand that's Dee is being nervous so he got back .
After eating breakfast Rayyan take Dee outside again .
The air in Vienna felt different—cooler, sharper, almost scented with history. For Dee, it was strange to feel so far away from the chaos they'd left behind. The cobblestone streets seemed untouched by time, lined with pastel-colored buildings that glowed under the soft afternoon light. Rayyan didn't hurry; he walked beside her, matching her slow pace, as if every step mattered.
He'd brought her here to heal, but also to show her something beautiful, something untouched by lies and bloodshed. His hand brushed against hers now and then, but he didn't hold it—not yet. It was as if he was waiting for her to reach out first.
"This city," Rayyan murmured, his voice low, "has seen empires rise and fall. Yet somehow, it still feels… timeless."
Dee glanced at him. "You've been here before?"
"Once," he said, his eyes scanning the ornate balconies above them. "Back then, I wasn't looking for beauty. Only information. But now…" His gaze fell on her, and something unspoken lingered between them. "Now I see it differently."
They wandered into Schönbrunn Palace Gardens, where autumn leaves danced in the wind, golden and rust-red. The fountain in the center sang a quiet melody of water over stone. Dee took in the view—the grand palace stretching behind them, the sky painted in soft grays.
Rayyan guided her further in, to a secluded corner of the gardens. "This is my favorite spot," he said, stopping near a stone bench framed by rose bushes still clinging to their last blooms. "When I was here before, I thought this place felt too quiet. But now, I think… it's peace."
Dee sat, her fingers tracing the cold marble. "I don't know if I remember what peace feels like."
"You will," Rayyan replied firmly. "And I'll make sure of it."
They spent the next hour exploring—the mirrored halls of cafés, the narrow streets where street performers played violins, and the antique bookshops with dust motes floating in the sunlight. Dee found herself laughing when Rayyan tried a pastry too sweet for him and immediately reached for his coffee.
As the day began to fade, he took her somewhere higher—Kahlenberg Hill, overlooking the entire city. The view stretched endlessly; Vienna lay beneath them, the Danube River glinting like a silver thread. The wind was stronger here, tangling Dee's hair, and Rayyan reached over to tuck a loose strand behind her ear.
"You see all that?" he asked, nodding to the city lights starting to spark below. "when I was here before, I looked at this and felt nothing. But with you…" His words trailed, but the look in his eyes said the rest.
Before Dee could answer, a soft drizzle began to fall. At first, just mist, then steady rain, cool against their skin. She smiled faintly. "Guess the weather wants to join us."
Rayyan didn't move to leave. Instead, he shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, ignoring the fact that his own shirt was quickly soaking through. "Let it," he said.
The city lights blurred behind the curtain of rain, and the world seemed to shrink until it was just them—two figures standing against the wind. Dee closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of wet earth, the distant chiming of church bells, the warmth of his hand now resting at her waist.
"You always do this," she whispered. "You remember something" Rayyan ask . "Just some rain seens . It's not that much" Dee says .
"you always used to make me forget where we are."dee says
"That's the point," Rayyan murmured, his voice close to her ear. "I don't care about the rest of the world right now."
The rain picked up, drumming softly against the cobblestones, soaking through their clothes. Dee could feel her heartbeat syncing with his, and for the first time in weeks, the ache inside her chest eased just a little.
Rayyan leaned back enough to look at her, his hair darkened by the rain, his eyes intense but gentle. "One day, when all this is over, I'll bring you back here," he said. "And there won't be ghosts chasing us. Just you and me."
She didn't answer with words. Instead, she let her head rest against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart as the rain kept falling, washing away everything but the moment.
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