“Let’s go inside for now. Not out in front of the door like this.”
“Oh, yeah.”
Levisia entered with careful steps before shutting the door.
Though she was in her room, she only stood there awkwardly rubbing her arm, not saying a word.
Farid waited in silence after seeing her that way. The choice was hers.
She definitely did not like big changes. She had no immunity to things that changed in her life. Probably because when she was younger, she had experienced a big change caused by the loss of something.
Perhaps that’s why even if things around her changed, she was the only one who remained silent. As always, it is consistent.
Just like how she tried to calmly maintain her daily life even when the Kraidens had approached and attacked her? Though that was a separate matter whether it went as intended.
Still, when she acts, she would definitely act if she made up her mind to do something. Obviously, she would do it.
It wasn’t wrong, however, whenever she did the opposite and just hesitated and turned a blind eye.
It’s the same for Farid to want to settle for reality even in a rocky relationship.
For now, he intended to accept her decision; the way she wanted.
Levisia, who had stood in the same spot for a long time, at last slowly moved her feet.
“I went around the garden about ten times.”
Those were words she said daily. Farid studied her face as she approached him.
He could see anxiety wrapped in calmness. However, what she felt inside, she didn’t show it.
I knew it. Is it the latter?
Since she hates change, he thought she might choose to settle for reality. No matter how close it is as walking on thin ice.
After a short thought, Farid said back to her, matching her rhythm,
“With whom?”
“No, I’m alone.” Farid, who had winced, soon asked nonchalantly,
“Why did you go alone?”
“It’s because I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to you. By the way…”
Levisia stepped away from the shaded door into a lit spot about three steps away from him.
Seeing Farid’s up-close, he wore an oddly unusual expression.
“I still don’t know.”
An expression like that of a child lost in the street. Or someone who couldn’t find the right words and had no choice but to stand in the same spot awkwardly.
His mind had become blank. It had been a very long time since Levisia had seen this side of him, so he was at a loss for all words.
“It’s too hard, even though I’ve thought about it for such a long time.”
The same went for her. She had been thinking about it for a long time, but it was still hard. To detach her feelings; to abandon her greed; to not have lingering feelings.
How in the world is someone so greedy supposed to do those things?
Farid said he had made up his mind, but it was useless when he stood in front of Levisia like this. This was a fact he’d already known well.
Even during the short time they exchanged words, he had shaken dozens, hundreds… no, thousands of times.
His melting eyes embraced her. Farid knew instinctively what Levisia was trying to say.
It was an intuition that was close to a conviction that would shake him up again.
“You’re wrong.”
What he’d thought was wrong. Levisia was trying to change. Through whatever decision, she would end up too far away for him to grasp.
“By the way, it is weird now that I’ve thought about it.”
Anxiety chased her scaredly. The sounds of thumping, thumping, thumping, and heavy pulsing sounded like its footsteps. Farid replied with a feeling of chewing a knife.
“What?”
“You…”
Oh, is this what the prisoner’s heart is like waiting for his sentence? The moment Levicia’s lips moved felt surprisingly long.
“Why don’t you give me a choice?”
“…….”
“I only thought about it. Because I don’t think you’ve ever asked me directly.”
Levisia, after saying that, shut her lips so hard they became almost pale. It was a rare habit of hers whenever she was nervous.
“Don’t you also have something to ask me?”
“Like what? To choose between the Kraidens and me?”
“……”
Like someone whose tongue had been cut off, Levisia didn’t say a word. From the looks of her lowered gaze, Farid had hit the mark.
It was a choice. He dwelled upon what he’d just said.
That was a question he’d already held back numerous times. He couldn’t even remember how many times he had suppressed it whenever it had come up.
“Let’s go inside for now. Not out in front of the door like this.”
“Oh, yeah.”
Levisia entered with careful steps before shutting the door.
Though she was in her room, she only stood there awkwardly rubbing her arm, not saying a word.
Farid waited in silence after seeing her that way. The choice was hers.
She definitely did not like big changes. She had no immunity to things that changed in her life. Probably because when she was younger, she had experienced a big change caused by the loss of something.
Perhaps that’s why even if things around her changed, she was the only one who remained silent. As always, it is consistent.
Just like how she tried to calmly maintain her daily life even when the Kraidens had approached and attacked her? Though that was a separate matter whether it went as intended.
Still, when she acts, she would definitely act if she made up her mind to do something. Obviously, she would do it.
It wasn’t wrong, however, whenever she did the opposite and just hesitated and turned a blind eye.
It’s the same for Farid to want to settle for reality even in a rocky relationship.
For now, he intended to accept her decision; the way she wanted.
Levisia, who had stood in the same spot for a long time, at last slowly moved her feet.
“I went around the garden about ten times.”
Those were words she said daily. Farid studied her face as she approached him.
He could see anxiety wrapped in calmness. However, what she felt inside, she didn’t show it.
I knew it. Is it the latter?
Since she hates change, he thought she might choose to settle for reality. No matter how close it is as walking on thin ice.
After a short thought, Farid said back to her, matching her rhythm,
“With whom?”
“No, I’m alone.” Farid, who had winced, soon asked nonchalantly,
“Why did you go alone?”
“It’s because I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to you. By the way…”
Levisia stepped away from the shaded door into a lit spot about three steps away from him.
Seeing Farid’s up-close, he wore an oddly unusual expression.
“I still don’t know.”
An expression like that of a child lost in the street. Or someone who couldn’t find the right words and had no choice but to stand in the same spot awkwardly.
His mind had become blank. It had been a very long time since Levisia had seen this side of him, so he was at a loss for all words.
“It’s too hard, even though I’ve thought about it for such a long time.”
The same went for her. She had been thinking about it for a long time, but it was still hard. To detach her feelings; to abandon her greed; to not have lingering feelings.
How in the world is someone so greedy supposed to do those things?
Farid said he had made up his mind, but it was useless when he stood in front of Levisia like this. This was a fact he’d already known well.
Even during the short time they exchanged words, he had shaken dozens, hundreds… no, thousands of times.
His melting eyes embraced her. Farid knew instinctively what Levisia was trying to say.
It was an intuition that was close to a conviction that would shake him up again.
“You’re wrong.”
What he’d thought was wrong. Levisia was trying to change. Through whatever decision, she would end up too far away for him to grasp.
“By the way, it is weird now that I’ve thought about it.”
Anxiety chased her scaredly. The sounds of thumping, thumping, thumping, and heavy pulsing sounded like its footsteps. Farid replied with a feeling of chewing a knife.
“What?”
“You…”
Oh, is this what the prisoner’s heart is like waiting for his sentence? The moment Levicia’s lips moved felt surprisingly long.
“Why don’t you give me a choice?”
“…….”
“I only thought about it. Because I don’t think you’ve ever asked me directly.”
Levisia, after saying that, shut her lips so hard they became almost pale. It was a rare habit of hers whenever she was nervous.
“Don’t you also have something to ask me?”
“Like what? To choose between the Kraidens and me?”
“……”
Like someone whose tongue had been cut off, Levisia didn’t say a word. From the looks of her lowered gaze, Farid had hit the mark.
It was a choice. He dwelled upon what he’d just said.
That was a question he’d already held back numerous times. He couldn’t even remember how many times he had suppressed it whenever it had come up.
