You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 462

My gaze drifted to look at that one who was my Father, glancing one last time at the Crown Prince who held this hand we solely hoped for him to take, contemplating on the address he gave... Sadenned... for it could not be returned. — ’... my beloved Prince... do forgive myself...’

Slenderly, I left his touch, for no answer like such I could give when the love I owned was still incomplete... and the sound Eli and him had grown, was made to take form. No more silence was I to keep...

"... Father..... a word I wish to have with yourself."

"..."

"The Physicians... do call them afterwards, for no longer will I keep this to myself."

— Will you listen to her wishes, child?... Or else yours will not be granted... —

— Was I not to, meeting her would have made her aid useless... allow myself to lead this life once more even if brief... I will talk... so Elizabeth and I may meet again... —

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"M-Marianne... what are you saying... I cannot- I- sniff... child... you have only just woken up..." — Overwhelmed Orland said coming to her, kneeling so his eye could meet his daughter’s closer while tearing up as the eyes of the child and her sound had come back from a death they desisted to believe. — "We had thought your eyes wouldn’t open, deAr... my- my little girl..... my child..."

"... please..." — Marianne then said even as his pain hurt her, trying to ignore the Prince, who quietly stepped back... empty within as her eyes had drifted from him. Yet such, was a matter Marianne wished to delay for further importance this request from the emotionally ill father held in her beliefs. — "My health is not compromised... I know this well... please... heed my plea..."

"... However..."

"I will retire so both may talk." — Dim, Zeleskiaz told to the father and daughter, not meeting their eye as his heart ached even in the delight of her awakening, being watched as he turned around by the anthracite of a tired Lady. Who also felt his pain yet appreciated his thoughts.

"... Thank you, my prince." — She said before he reached the door, looking back to meet her eye, one fond and glad of his presence.

A nod from him as his chest trembled, confused at the unexpected kindness, took him out of the Burgundy Calla’s Chambers, leaving alone the parent and child so the wish of hers could be granted.

"Marianne..." — The hand the Duke came to hold was watched with tenderness as he kissed it, finding the tear of a spirit still decorating it as her father, unable to hold back the suffocating sadness these days had amassed while her death was thought, commenced to tell within sobs of difficult relief. — "My child... sniff! My sweet bird... You do not know, Marianne... I- I am so-...hngh... my little girl I do not have the courage to even look at you...! All of this... it is all this useless father’s fault...!"

"... Dad..."

"No... I- my child... I do not deservE... tO be CalLEd thAt....!"

"..."

Pain strengthened within both as the father’s guilt was poured out to the child who caressed his hair just as he had done a moment ago. Crying with him as she allowed his strong emotions to flow... so she could appreciate how not dying once had allowed his love to be learned again.

"You do deserve it..." — Marianne then said, tender and loving, not renouncing to her wish to confess a truth to the man. — "It is why I wish to talk to you... it is why... never my hand... during the days before this one... never ceased calling for you..."

". .. ... Yet you..."

"I did not... die, Father." — Marianne said gaining some sadness herself. — "Not this once... nor the time before this one..."

"... what...? Before... this one?"

A sorry smile was found in the daughter once his head lifted to her words. And Marianne’s eyes lowered, thinking of the matters to be told to a father who currently struggled.

"I am sorry... for I can tell it has been hazardous a time for yourself... yet I-"

"I-It doesn’t matter!" — Orland, now desperate jumped to tell. Holding her visage as he wished to listen... whichever truth his child was to tell. — "Dear... even if it is true... do not feel burdened."

"..."

"I will listen... everything... to every little sound... n-nothing will I miss... Nothing of what you want to say... I will listen to it for I have failed too long to hear it."

Delight came to join the conflict thoughtfulness forced, and she smiled, thinking of that one she wished to tell her father about.

"If so... there was a friend... my dearest friend... one you met yet never knew was around... one that today I miss, Father... for us becoming as we are at this moment... is solely thanks to her..."

"... a friend?"

"... her name... was Elizabeth... and after the night I... drank poison for death I desired... she came to me and saved what could have been my end." — Marianne gained colour as her thoughts came to reminisce about the friend, said. Happy as the brilliance of her eyes conveyed sadness as the truth commenced to be told with Elizabeth’s existence. — "... I died before, Father... the night before you told myself I was to debut... is the night I attempted to kill myself."

"... you....wh-... I... I don’t understand, haha... you... you say this yet you are..."

"..."

".... you are here..."

The lucidness in her eyes as tears fell convinced Orland that no lie was being told even though his heart desperately desired it. For suicide had been a fear he had avoided thinking of whenever he saw his child’s condition, appearing miserable in an emotionless carcass which pushed him to search cures that ever were found... Coming to understand the illness resided in her soul and spirit, now meeting it like he couldn’t before, for a cure was given by another’s presence.

Nonetheless, he broke down... unable to take the pain this truth entailed.

"... no... no, Marianne....! How... how come..... even this I ignored...!"

"... You will no longer do." — Moving determined she made the Father look at her even as his face distorted to the sorrow. — "Father, everything I will tell... how I came to take my life, how Elizabeth existed... and how I am able to tell you all of this... everything... I will tell it to you."