Chapter 11
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Chapter 11
“I’m Adeline Alvinith. It’s our first time meeting, right?”
The woman who greeted Theodore also talked to me in a kind manner. The gentle voice and the smile on her face were so natural. To the point where anyone could believe that she really liked me.
“You’re the young lady of the Alvinith Duchy, so of course I’ve heard of you. It’s nice to meet you.”
I curtsied back without any fault, formally and plainly. Adeline Avinith nodded so hard that I thought it was a bit excessive. Then, she soon went back to Theodore’s side and stayed there, looking as though she was hopping. …I’m not sure, but her behavior was kind of cute. Perhaps because she was a beauty with rare pink hair, she actually looked adorable.
“Theo and I have been close since we were young. We’re childhood friends. We don’t have any secrets from each other, right?”
“……”
Theodore nodded insincerely, with a little hint of annoyance in his expression. Adeline seemed to be bothered by this, and it didn’t seem like he hated her. Well, who would hate her when she was so lovely? She was even someone who was once in marriage talks with Theodore.
I heard that Duke Alvinith opposed my marriage to Theodore so severely that it had to be covered up. Duchess Alvinith also seemed to favor Theodore.
However, that was until my father, Duke Everett, came in and persuaded Duke Alvinith—until my father himself made a move for the marriage.
‘After divorcing me, Adeline might marry Theodore. Of course, Duke Alvinith is going to allow it…’
“……”
All of a sudden, I felt dirty.
It felt like I had stepped on a disgusting bug, one that was so unpleasant and uneasy and annoying… This emotion enveloped me in its entirety.
“Huh? Your complexion doesn’t look good. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere…?”
Adeline’s voice evoked concern as she asked. I looked back at her silently as she was standing beside Theodore. They looked like a ‘real’ couple like that.
Good for Adeline.
‘……?’
I paused for a moment. Just now, that thought… Have I gone crazy? What’s wrong with me?
I have to pull myself together.
“Oh goodness, I guess you really aren’t in a good condition. Your face is so pale.”
“I’m alright. Please continue your conversation. I’ll return for the moment.”
Theodore opened his lips as though to say something, but I quickly turned back and left that place.
As I entered the deserted hallway, Charlotte quickly followed behind me. It seemed like she was watching me nearby. Charlotte carefully wrapped a shawl around my shoulder, then she asked carefully.
“Madam, are you tired? Shall I bring you some warm tea with honey and lemon?”
“…No, it’s okay. You don’t have to.”
I went up to my room with Charlotte. Since the main event was over anyway, I don’t think I need to stay there for pretenses any longer. It would be easier for them to gossip about Everett at this point.
As I sat by the fire, Charlotte brought me warm water, and the steam coming from it gave me a strange sense of stability. Thanks to this, I rested comfortably, even as my heart continued to pound heavily. Like a person who’s being chased. Or, like someone who’s left something important behind.
…It can’t be. It shouldn’t be.
‘Now that I think about it, did I steal her place?’
I was taken aback by the thought that came so abruptly that it left me blank. I don’t know why I keep thinking about her and Theodore. I want to get them out of my head.
However, I kept thinking of Adeline Alvinith’s lovely appearance, and I kept envisioning her with Theodore. They suited each other as they stood like that, like a pretty painting.
I wanted to dig out my thoughts from my brain if I could. It’s bothersome. It’s all useless.
‘Adeline can comfort Theodore. Lily Everett cannot.’
The voice inside me whispered as though sneering at me. I gently closed my eyes and bit my lower lip.
Shut up.
Please. Just stop.
“Madam, would you like to go to bed early tonight? I’m thinking of lighting up some lavender incense that’s good for a restful slumber…”
“…Okay, I should go to bed early. Do that lavender incense, too, please.”
“Yes, Madam!”
I then changed into my nightgown and lay down. Charlotte moved quietly like a shadow, lit the lavender incense and left a small lamp on. She even recalled how, whenever I was particularly tired, I slept less in a dark room. Closing my eyes, I murmured softly.
“Thank you, Charlotte.”
“It’s nothing, Madam. Then, sweet dreams.”
When Charlotte left out the door and closed it shut, a desolate silence filled the room.
Tossing and turning because I couldn’t sleep, I eventually sat up and went closer to a bedside table. I opened the bottom drawer and took out a medicine bottle that’s been hidden deep inside. What’s inside were sleeping pills.
I heard from the pharmacist that taking it over a long period of time wasn’t going to be good for my health. But recently, there were more and more nights that I couldn’t sleep without taking them.
…So it couldn’t be helped. I shook out two pills and poured them into my mouth. If I did this, I’d be able to sleep properly until the morning.
Dreams would come right before one awoke. Whenever my dreams began, I used to wake up shortly after.
I was exceptionally sensitive to my surroundings in my dreams. Whenever I dreamed, I would easily notice that it was one, and sometimes, I could control it at will. Some seem to call it ‘lucid dreaming’.
‘What kind of dream is this one.’
If it was a nightmare with Owen, Hessen or Lennon, then it would have to be dismantled, or they would have to be removed. I didn’t want to see them even in my subconscious.
Fortunately, this one seemed to be an ordinary dream. Normal… No, was it a normal dream? Was it not a nightmare?
“Lily.”
In this dream, Theodore was smiling brightly as he called my name. It was such a sweet voice that it seemed to melt in my ears. …I couldn’t believe I was dreaming anything like it, so I just stood there, dazed. How amazing. Why was I dreaming about him? This is just…
“Lily?”
As soon as I froze up, Theodore tilted his head to the side as though perplexed, then he tried to come this way.
But I hurriedly stepped back. And I muttered reflexively.
“D-Don’t come.”
It’s stupid. This is my dream, so I can just brush him aside. But why can’t I do that…
“…What’s wrong?”
…At the kind, warm gaze directed at me that seemed to be genuinely concerned, my mind went blank.
As he approached me again, he gently reached out and touched my cheek. It was such a careful touch that it seemed like he was handling a porcelain doll. I can’t breathe. No one—no one has ever treated me this way. Even my mother, who I don’t even know if she was dead or alive…
“…Don’t do this.”
“Lily, why…”
It was a dream, but he looked so real. This was why having vivid dreams was so difficult. Because it was hard to differentiate what was real and what was not.
I shook off his hand and closed my eyes. Then, I ended the dream.
As the world around me became a blur, the abyss of reality became ever so clear. And when I woke up, I was shedding tears. …Just what was that dream.
It was dark inside the bedroom. The lamp was off, and it seemed like the oil ran out. Looking at the clock, it was currently five in the morning. …Considering how I fell asleep early last night, I slept quite well.
I sighed. Then, I got out of bed to drink a glass of water. There was a subtle scent, perhaps because Charlotte had placed herb leaves in the kettle.
Feeling a little calmer, I sat close to the window. The afterimages of the dream still lingered, and so I tried to shake them off. It’s just a dream. It doesn’t mean anything. I repeated this over and over again…
At that time, the door rattled. Then, it opened.
“……!”
Shocked, I froze up as I was sitting awkwardly in my seat. Suddenly, someone came in. Even in the dark, the silhouette looked familiar. …But there’s something off.
Sway, sway. He wandered into the room, reeling as though he was about to collapse. He looked around the room as though he was searching for someone. Then, he paused when he found me by the window.
The bleary eyes seemed to soon become tumultuous. Theodore trudged towards me, still staggering.
‘It looks like he’s drunk.’
Yesterday was his older brother’s, Camillus Valentino’s, death anniversary. …Looks like he’d been drinking all night. He didn’t come here to kill me, did he?
As he came closer, now in front of me, he grabbed the arm rest at my side and collapsed. The grogginess behind his eyes disappeared as he looked up at me. Contrasting the calm blue color of his irises, intense emotions reminiscent of the color red could be seen in his eyes. Something like murderous intent, something like hatred…
…It seemed like it was close, but neither of those things. However, it wasn’t a soft emotion, but rather something that was rough, something that wanted to destroy me.
“Ha…”
He scoffed, and it sounded like a sigh. He stared at me blankly with confusion, and he muttered as though he was talking to himself.
“Why did I come here…”
That’s what I wanted to ask. He came here like this in this defenseless appearance, drunk… Why did he come to me? Was he here to kill me because his hatred for the Everett family had reached its peak? Or…
“……”
Perhaps.
That thought was there.
I couldn’t stop the idea from coming out—a paradox of hope, of despair.
Trembling, I reached out and covered his pale cheeks with both hands. At that moment, I had the sudden urge to cut off my arms.
I don’t know why I’m doing this. I don’t know what I’m feeling.
No. I know the truth. That’s why I’m going crazy.
You wanted me to turn a blind eye to you, but why…
“……”
It’s hopeless.
When I looked at Theodore Valentino, it felt like I was about to cry.
My heart hurts so much. I wish it would just stop completely. It was beating too hard.
If he approached me like this first, I can’t resist. I know what this was, this feeling of being infinitely weak.
In fact, I knew from the beginning—from the first moment I saw him in the Everett estate’s garden. That dreadful feeling of everything collapsing around me.
I know that I’d be left frustrated and miserable with feelings like this. I know I shouldn’t expect anything from him. I know I shouldn’t give in to him carelessly.
So I pressed it down as though my life depended on it.
“You…”
I don’t even know why I started speaking, and so I trailed off. Tears flowed down from Theodore’s eyes as he continued to stare at me. Just like in the garden at dawn a few days ago.
I wiped away his tears, feeling my own eyes burning. And, impulsively, I moved my arms and embraced him tightly.
His drunken body was scorching, as though he was an ember himself, burning up in flames.
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Chapter 11
“I’m Adeline Alvinith. It’s our first time meeting, right?”
The woman who greeted Theodore also talked to me in a kind manner. The gentle voice and the smile on her face were so natural. To the point where anyone could believe that she really liked me.
“You’re the young lady of the Alvinith Duchy, so of course I’ve heard of you. It’s nice to meet you.”
I curtsied back without any fault, formally and plainly. Adeline Avinith nodded so hard that I thought it was a bit excessive. Then, she soon went back to Theodore’s side and stayed there, looking as though she was hopping. …I’m not sure, but her behavior was kind of cute. Perhaps because she was a beauty with rare pink hair, she actually looked adorable.
“Theo and I have been close since we were young. We’re childhood friends. We don’t have any secrets from each other, right?”
“……”
Theodore nodded insincerely, with a little hint of annoyance in his expression. Adeline seemed to be bothered by this, and it didn’t seem like he hated her. Well, who would hate her when she was so lovely? She was even someone who was once in marriage talks with Theodore.
I heard that Duke Alvinith opposed my marriage to Theodore so severely that it had to be covered up. Duchess Alvinith also seemed to favor Theodore.
However, that was until my father, Duke Everett, came in and persuaded Duke Alvinith—until my father himself made a move for the marriage.
‘After divorcing me, Adeline might marry Theodore. Of course, Duke Alvinith is going to allow it…’
“……”
All of a sudden, I felt dirty.
It felt like I had stepped on a disgusting bug, one that was so unpleasant and uneasy and annoying… This emotion enveloped me in its entirety.
“Huh? Your complexion doesn’t look good. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere…?”
Adeline’s voice evoked concern as she asked. I looked back at her silently as she was standing beside Theodore. They looked like a ‘real’ couple like that.
Good for Adeline.
‘……?’
I paused for a moment. Just now, that thought… Have I gone crazy? What’s wrong with me?
I have to pull myself together.
“Oh goodness, I guess you really aren’t in a good condition. Your face is so pale.”
“I’m alright. Please continue your conversation. I’ll return for the moment.”
Theodore opened his lips as though to say something, but I quickly turned back and left that place.
As I entered the deserted hallway, Charlotte quickly followed behind me. It seemed like she was watching me nearby. Charlotte carefully wrapped a shawl around my shoulder, then she asked carefully.
“Madam, are you tired? Shall I bring you some warm tea with honey and lemon?”
“…No, it’s okay. You don’t have to.”
I went up to my room with Charlotte. Since the main event was over anyway, I don’t think I need to stay there for pretenses any longer. It would be easier for them to gossip about Everett at this point.
As I sat by the fire, Charlotte brought me warm water, and the steam coming from it gave me a strange sense of stability. Thanks to this, I rested comfortably, even as my heart continued to pound heavily. Like a person who’s being chased. Or, like someone who’s left something important behind.
…It can’t be. It shouldn’t be.
‘Now that I think about it, did I steal her place?’
I was taken aback by the thought that came so abruptly that it left me blank. I don’t know why I keep thinking about her and Theodore. I want to get them out of my head.
However, I kept thinking of Adeline Alvinith’s lovely appearance, and I kept envisioning her with Theodore. They suited each other as they stood like that, like a pretty painting.
I wanted to dig out my thoughts from my brain if I could. It’s bothersome. It’s all useless.
‘Adeline can comfort Theodore. Lily Everett cannot.’
The voice inside me whispered as though sneering at me. I gently closed my eyes and bit my lower lip.
Shut up.
Please. Just stop.
“Madam, would you like to go to bed early tonight? I’m thinking of lighting up some lavender incense that’s good for a restful slumber…”
“…Okay, I should go to bed early. Do that lavender incense, too, please.”
“Yes, Madam!”
I then changed into my nightgown and lay down. Charlotte moved quietly like a shadow, lit the lavender incense and left a small lamp on. She even recalled how, whenever I was particularly tired, I slept less in a dark room. Closing my eyes, I murmured softly.
“Thank you, Charlotte.”
“It’s nothing, Madam. Then, sweet dreams.”
When Charlotte left out the door and closed it shut, a desolate silence filled the room.
Tossing and turning because I couldn’t sleep, I eventually sat up and went closer to a bedside table. I opened the bottom drawer and took out a medicine bottle that’s been hidden deep inside. What’s inside were sleeping pills.
I heard from the pharmacist that taking it over a long period of time wasn’t going to be good for my health. But recently, there were more and more nights that I couldn’t sleep without taking them.
…So it couldn’t be helped. I shook out two pills and poured them into my mouth. If I did this, I’d be able to sleep properly until the morning.
Dreams would come right before one awoke. Whenever my dreams began, I used to wake up shortly after.
I was exceptionally sensitive to my surroundings in my dreams. Whenever I dreamed, I would easily notice that it was one, and sometimes, I could control it at will. Some seem to call it ‘lucid dreaming’.
‘What kind of dream is this one.’
If it was a nightmare with Owen, Hessen or Lennon, then it would have to be dismantled, or they would have to be removed. I didn’t want to see them even in my subconscious.
Fortunately, this one seemed to be an ordinary dream. Normal… No, was it a normal dream? Was it not a nightmare?
“Lily.”
In this dream, Theodore was smiling brightly as he called my name. It was such a sweet voice that it seemed to melt in my ears. …I couldn’t believe I was dreaming anything like it, so I just stood there, dazed. How amazing. Why was I dreaming about him? This is just…
“Lily?”
As soon as I froze up, Theodore tilted his head to the side as though perplexed, then he tried to come this way.
But I hurriedly stepped back. And I muttered reflexively.
“D-Don’t come.”
It’s stupid. This is my dream, so I can just brush him aside. But why can’t I do that…
“…What’s wrong?”
…At the kind, warm gaze directed at me that seemed to be genuinely concerned, my mind went blank.
As he approached me again, he gently reached out and touched my cheek. It was such a careful touch that it seemed like he was handling a porcelain doll. I can’t breathe. No one—no one has ever treated me this way. Even my mother, who I don’t even know if she was dead or alive…
“…Don’t do this.”
“Lily, why…”
It was a dream, but he looked so real. This was why having vivid dreams was so difficult. Because it was hard to differentiate what was real and what was not.
I shook off his hand and closed my eyes. Then, I ended the dream.
As the world around me became a blur, the abyss of reality became ever so clear. And when I woke up, I was shedding tears. …Just what was that dream.
It was dark inside the bedroom. The lamp was off, and it seemed like the oil ran out. Looking at the clock, it was currently five in the morning. …Considering how I fell asleep early last night, I slept quite well.
I sighed. Then, I got out of bed to drink a glass of water. There was a subtle scent, perhaps because Charlotte had placed herb leaves in the kettle.
Feeling a little calmer, I sat close to the window. The afterimages of the dream still lingered, and so I tried to shake them off. It’s just a dream. It doesn’t mean anything. I repeated this over and over again…
At that time, the door rattled. Then, it opened.
“……!”
Shocked, I froze up as I was sitting awkwardly in my seat. Suddenly, someone came in. Even in the dark, the silhouette looked familiar. …But there’s something off.
Sway, sway. He wandered into the room, reeling as though he was about to collapse. He looked around the room as though he was searching for someone. Then, he paused when he found me by the window.
The bleary eyes seemed to soon become tumultuous. Theodore trudged towards me, still staggering.
‘It looks like he’s drunk.’
Yesterday was his older brother’s, Camillus Valentino’s, death anniversary. …Looks like he’d been drinking all night. He didn’t come here to kill me, did he?
As he came closer, now in front of me, he grabbed the arm rest at my side and collapsed. The grogginess behind his eyes disappeared as he looked up at me. Contrasting the calm blue color of his irises, intense emotions reminiscent of the color red could be seen in his eyes. Something like murderous intent, something like hatred…
…It seemed like it was close, but neither of those things. However, it wasn’t a soft emotion, but rather something that was rough, something that wanted to destroy me.
“Ha…”
He scoffed, and it sounded like a sigh. He stared at me blankly with confusion, and he muttered as though he was talking to himself.
“Why did I come here…”
That’s what I wanted to ask. He came here like this in this defenseless appearance, drunk… Why did he come to me? Was he here to kill me because his hatred for the Everett family had reached its peak? Or…
“……”
Perhaps.
That thought was there.
I couldn’t stop the idea from coming out—a paradox of hope, of despair.
Trembling, I reached out and covered his pale cheeks with both hands. At that moment, I had the sudden urge to cut off my arms.
I don’t know why I’m doing this. I don’t know what I’m feeling.
No. I know the truth. That’s why I’m going crazy.
You wanted me to turn a blind eye to you, but why…
“……”
It’s hopeless.
When I looked at Theodore Valentino, it felt like I was about to cry.
My heart hurts so much. I wish it would just stop completely. It was beating too hard.
If he approached me like this first, I can’t resist. I know what this was, this feeling of being infinitely weak.
In fact, I knew from the beginning—from the first moment I saw him in the Everett estate’s garden. That dreadful feeling of everything collapsing around me.
I know that I’d be left frustrated and miserable with feelings like this. I know I shouldn’t expect anything from him. I know I shouldn’t give in to him carelessly.
So I pressed it down as though my life depended on it.
“You…”
I don’t even know why I started speaking, and so I trailed off. Tears flowed down from Theodore’s eyes as he continued to stare at me. Just like in the garden at dawn a few days ago.
I wiped away his tears, feeling my own eyes burning. And, impulsively, I moved my arms and embraced him tightly.
His drunken body was scorching, as though he was an ember himself, burning up in flames.
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Chapter 11I'm Adeline Alvinith. It's our first time meeting, right?The woman who greeted Theodore also talked to me in a kind manner. The gentle voice and the smile on her face were so natural. To the point where anyone could believe that she really liked me.You're the young lady of the Alvinith Duchy, so of course I've heard of you. It's nice to meet you.I curtsied back without any fault, formally and plainly. Adeline Avinith nodded so hard that I thought it was a bit excessive. Then, she soon went back to Theodore's side and stayed there, looking as though she was hopping. I'm not sure, but her behavior was kind of cute. Perhaps because she was a beauty with rare pink hair, she actually looked adorable.Theo and I have been close since we were young. We're childhood friends. We don't have any secrets from each other, right?Theodore nodded insincerely, with a little hint of annoyance in his expression. Adeline seemed to be bothered by this, and it didn't seem like he hated her. Well, who would hate her when she was so lovely? She was even someone who was once in marriage talks with Theodore.I heard that Duke Alvinith opposed my marriage to Theodore so severely that it had to be covered up. Duchess Alvinith also seemed to favor Theodore.However, that was until my father, Duke Everett, came in and persuaded Duke Alvinithuntil my father himself made a move for the marriage.After divorcing me, Adeline might marry Theodore. Of course, Duke Alvinith is going to allow it'All of a sudden, I felt dirty.It felt like I had stepped on a disgusting bug, one that was so unpleasant and uneasy and annoying This emotion enveloped me in its entirety.Huh? Your complexion doesn't look good. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?Adeline's voice evoked concern as she asked. I looked back at her silently as she was standing beside Theodore. They looked like a real' couple like that.Good for Adeline.?'I paused for a moment. Just now, that thought Have I gone crazy? What's wrong with me?I have to pull myself together.Oh goodness, I guess you really aren't in a good condition. Your face is so pale.I'm alright. Please continue your conversation. I'll return for the moment.Theodore opened his lips as though to say something, but I quickly turned back and left that place.As I entered the deserted hallway, Charlotte quickly followed behind me. It seemed like she was watching me nearby. Charlotte carefully wrapped a shawl around my shoulder, then she asked carefully.Madam, are you tired? Shall I bring you some warm tea with honey and lemon?No, it's okay. You don't have to.I went up to my room with Charlotte. Since the main event was over anyway, I don't think I need to stay there for pretenses any longer. It would be easier for them to gossip about Everett at this point.As I sat by the fire, Charlotte brought me warm water, and the steam coming from it gave me a strange sense of stability. Thanks to this, I rested comfortably, even as my heart continued to pound heavily. Like a person who's being chased. Or, like someone who's left something important behind. It can't be. It shouldn't be.Now that I think about it, did I steal her place?'I was taken aback by the thought that came so abruptly that it left me blank. I don't know why I keep thinking about her and Theodore. I want to get them out of my head.However, I kept thinking of Adeline Alvinith's lovely appearance, and I kept envisioning her with Theodore. They suited each other as they stood like that, like a pretty painting. I wanted to dig out my thoughts from my brain if I could. It's bothersome. It's all useless.Adeline can comfort Theodore. Lily Everett cannot.'The voice inside me whispered as though sneering at me. I gently closed my eyes and bit my lower lip.Shut up.Please. Just stop.Madam, would you like to go to bed early tonight? I'm thinking of lighting up some lavender incense that's good for a restful slumberOkay, I should go to bed early. Do that lavender incense, too, please.Yes, Madam!I then changed into my nightgown and lay down. Charlotte moved quietly like a shadow, lit the lavender incense and left a small lamp on. She even recalled how, whenever I was particularly tired, I slept less in a dark room. Closing my eyes, I murmured softly.Thank you, Charlotte.It's nothing, Madam. Then, sweet dreams.When Charlotte left out the door and closed it shut, a desolate silence filled the room.Tossing and turning because I couldn't sleep, I eventually sat up and went closer to a bedside table. I opened the bottom drawer and took out a medicine bottle that's been hidden deep inside. What's inside were sleeping pills.I heard from the pharmacist that taking it over a long period of time wasn't going to be good for my health. But recently, there were more and more nights that I couldn't sleep without taking them.So it couldn't be helped. I shook out two pills and poured them into my mouth. If I did this, I'd be able to sleep properly until the morning.Dreams would come right before one awoke. Whenever my dreams began, I used to wake up shortly after.I was exceptionally sensitive to my surroundings in my dreams. Whenever I dreamed, I would easily notice that it was one, and sometimes, I could control it at will. Some seem to call it lucid dreaming'.What kind of dream is this one.'If it was a nightmare with Owen, Hessen or Lennon, then it would have to be dismantled, or they would have to be removed. I didn't want to see them even in my subconscious.Fortunately, this one seemed to be an ordinary dream. Normal No, was it a normal dream? Was it not a nightmare?Lily.In this dream, Theodore was smiling brightly as he called my name. It was such a sweet voice that it seemed to melt in my ears. I couldn't believe I was dreaming anything like it, so I just stood there, dazed. How amazing. Why was I dreaming about him? This is justLily?As soon as I froze up, Theodore tilted his head to the side as though perplexed, then he tried to come this way.But I hurriedly stepped back. And I muttered reflexively.D-Don't come.It's stupid. This is my dream, so I can just brush him aside. But why can't I do thatWhat's wrong?At the kind, warm gaze directed at me that seemed to be genuinely concerned, my mind went blank.As he approached me again, he gently reached out and touched my cheek. It was such a careful touch that it seemed like he was handling a porcelain doll. I can't breathe. No oneno one has ever treated me this way. Even my mother, who I don't even know if she was dead or aliveDon't do this.Lily, whyIt was a dream, but he looked so real. This was why having vivid dreams was so difficult. Because it was hard to differentiate what was real and what was not.I shook off his hand and closed my eyes. Then, I ended the dream.As the world around me became a blur, the abyss of reality became ever so clear. And when I woke up, I was shedding tears. Just what was that dream.It was dark inside the bedroom. The lamp was off, and it seemed like the oil ran out. Looking at the clock, it was currently five in the morning. Considering how I fell asleep early last night, I slept quite well.I sighed. Then, I got out of bed to drink a glass of water. There was a subtle scent, perhaps because Charlotte had placed herb leaves in the kettle.Feeling a little calmer, I sat close to the window. The afterimages of the dream still lingered, and so I tried to shake them off. It's just a dream. It doesn't mean anything. I repeated this over and over againAt that time, the door rattled. Then, it opened.!Shocked, I froze up as I was sitting awkwardly in my seat. Suddenly, someone came in. Even in the dark, the silhouette looked familiar. But there's something off.Sway, sway. He wandered into the room, reeling as though he was about to collapse. He looked around the room as though he was searching for someone. Then, he paused when he found me by the window. The bleary eyes seemed to soon become tumultuous. Theodore trudged towards me, still staggering.It looks like he's drunk.'Yesterday was his older brother's, Camillus Valentino's, death anniversary. Looks like he'd been drinking all night. He didn't come here to kill me, did he?As he came closer, now in front of me, he grabbed the arm rest at my side and collapsed. The grogginess behind his eyes disappeared as he looked up at me. Contrasting the calm blue color of his irises, intense emotions reminiscent of the color red could be seen in his eyes. Something like murderous intent, something like hatredIt seemed like it was close, but neither of those things. However, it wasn't a soft emotion, but rather something that was rough, something that wanted to destroy me.HaHe scoffed, and it sounded like a sigh. He stared at me blankly with confusion, and he muttered as though he was talking to himself.Why did I come hereThat's what I wanted to ask. He came here like this in this defenseless appearance, drunk Why did he come to me? Was he here to kill me because his hatred for the Everett family had reached its peak? Or Perhaps. That thought was there.I couldn't stop the idea from coming outa paradox of hope, of despair.Trembling, I reached out and covered his pale cheeks with both hands. At that moment, I had the sudden urge to cut off my arms. I don't know why I'm doing this. I don't know what I'm feeling.No. I know the truth. That's why I'm going crazy. You wanted me to turn a blind eye to you, but whyIt's hopeless.When I looked at Theodore Valentino, it felt like I was about to cry.My heart hurts so much. I wish it would just stop completely. It was beating too hard.If he approached me like this first, I can't resist. I know what this was, this feeling of being infinitely weak. In fact, I knew from the beginningfrom the first moment I saw him in the Everett estate's garden. That dreadful feeling of everything collapsing around me.I know that I'd be left frustrated and miserable with feelings like this. I know I shouldn't expect anything from him. I know I shouldn't give in to him carelessly.So I pressed it down as though my life depended on it.YouI don't even know why I started speaking, and so I trailed off. Tears flowed down from Theodore's eyes as he continued to stare at me. Just like in the garden at dawn a few days ago.I wiped away his tears, feeling my own eyes burning. And, impulsively, I moved my arms and embraced him tightly.His drunken body was scorching, as though he was an ember himself, burning up in flames.
