You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 443

"... But... I am concerned about you my Lady." — Right when I was starting to feel guilty because of the way I was talking to him, he said this... and I felt something snap inside me. Something so ridiculously quick that I didn’t even get to think what I was saying... I was done with his persistence.

"... It’s not me who you should be concerned about... There’s someone else you should be comforting right now."

"? What do you mean- ?! Wait, my Lady where are you going?"

"Somewhere I can be alone."

"Yet I-"

"Go somewhere else by yourself, I assure you that you’ll have more fun if you do."

"... Lady Marianne-"

"Don’t follow me. It’s the last time I say it."

"..."

With such undeserved harshness, I forced Clemente to stay away while I went that somewhere else after glaring at him. Feeling regretful but not minding it in the slightest since I wasn’t in the mood to care for others, much less ones I don’t think I can trust anymore given how things have turned tonight.

... Nonetheless... Now as I recall... it all seems foolish. The way I acted and expressed myself... Maybe I shouldn’t have reacted like I did... But still, what was done was done.

Still not knowing where I was going, I simply continued to walk while whining about everything, not paying attention to anything that surrounded me besides the fact that no one was around... and that was my greatest mistake.

’Everything’s stupid. I shouldn’t have bothered with anyone here and just escaped their crazy and immoral story. I’m done with every single idiot that’s part of this sh*t of a novel!’

Aware that there was no way in hell I could go back to the Ball looking like a mess like I probably looked, I stopped dry in the empty corridor. Staring at my feet as if void inside... feeling how in my head so many questions wanted to be asked and replied yet so overwhelmed that I couldn’t get myself to grasp a single one.

I sighed... and sighed again... holding my own head, tired of thinking while my head palpitated with the strong headache. And as my hand moved up our cheek and forehead exhausted by the whirl of emotions, I saw the pretty tear holding onto our wrist as a wristband... making me feel like crying again.

"... Was I that mistaken?... Did you know this was going to happen...?" — I asked it. — "You’re supposed to protect me... but I guess that was only physically..."

"..."

"... I didn’t know... that being heartbroken could feel this helpless... Heh... M-Maybe it’s because we feel the pain of two hearts, haha..." — Resorting to the humour we are accustomed to finding refuge in I laughed without finding it funny... failing at it since it was that difficult to laugh when this kind of despair was experienced. And instead... I felt more miserable... — ’I’m sorry, Marianne... we did make it here alive... but we still lost something we probably never even had... our head tricked us... I’m sorry...’

"..."

’...’

We closed our eyes to feel each other’s sorrow... pushing more tears out since in a united thought, we decided to comfort each other by welcoming the hurt... because we had no words to say so we could feel better...

It was dizzying to let our body receive our sadness and frustration altogether... but it felt right at the time.

Hence, because of that dizziness, I don’t know from where he came from. From which hole he decided to crawl up to finish this horrible night with more horrible events... All I know is how chilly the air felt on my skin the moment I opened my eyes to find him staring at us. So calm... so close... and hiding that evil madness he’s no good at keeping concealed when talking to us with a disturbing gaze.

"... You finally looked at me, Marianne..."

"___"

"Loved Sister... won’t you come greet me?"

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Any heat from tears abandoned her being the moment his voice addressed her with a smile. A chilling shiver traversed her body, cruelly and gruesomely... numbing her as if never had she recovered from the condition his abuse born from obsession had intently provoked from a young age in the chosen child.

Marianne became a statue. Colourless, carved in white stone... as if soulless to his appearance when her being experienced the lowest of its stability as misunderstandings and truths crooked the reality her eyes could see in a night as dark as the first one of every autumn... for nature was to start to burn it’s vivid colours into darker ones... to welcome the obscurity of those that patiently had been also scheming in the shadows for unreasonable greeds.

"Were you crying?" — Paul said with a sweet voice that perturbed her everything, lifting his hand carefully to caress the cold cheek of the sibling. — "... I know... You must have been worried..."

’... Why is he here...’ — Frozen to the touch, she questioned confused by the sudden and silent manner he became visible. Feeling out of breath while fighting to control the distress, as the man and the night itself entailed dreadful danger. — ’How did he find me in a place like this...’

"Marianne... My Marianne... It’s alright... You’ll never have to worry ever again..." — Bringing her stiff body near his, Paul’s nose dug itself into the wavy hair she flaunted with delicate scent. Embracing her reticent figure in arms that craved her body’s softness, sickly so. — "You couldn’t see me at the Ball solely because of that reason, loved sister... Your tears should be of happiness now..." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

His closeness was making the previous dizziness Marianne experienced from frustrated sadness become nauseating as his breathing warmed the cold of her frightened skin... and petrified, she remained still. Attempting with the speck of reason a weary mind could allow making sense of Paul’s mumblings, that... as his madness found freedom from the forced restraint constant vigilance summoned, the disturbed man held no care for any distance nor behaviour he once, when the sister was easily in his grasp, managed to control.