Lady Devil - Chapter 18

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Johannes traced along my ear. Somewhere near the temples. Forehead. Between the bridge of the nose and under the eyes. And the line of the upper lip. His lips, which came fumbling like parting through a deep forest at night in a half-dream, finally found mine.

My chin was grasped. I spent a long time with Johannes in the chest. It was because I had trouble with him not wanting to let me go at all. Johannes looked visibly reluctant. He held me tight and wouldn’t let go. I was a little embarrassed, but my regretful feelings were no less than Johannes’.

Taking advantage of the moment when Griselda’s presence briefly left the room, I came out of the wardrobe alone. I left the chest feeling as if I was leaving my limbs cut off. I caught the tips of Johannes’ fingers through the closing door.

“When can we be together again?”

“Soon.”

“Promise.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t want to leave…”

“…I don’t want to let you go either.”

The indifferent object closed without gaps. The contact left no trace. I trudged over and sat on the edge of the bed. I stared blankly at my coffin standing beyond the thin curtain. The day was clear. The heat of the early morning with a wet heart was absurdly dazzling. My heated skin was hot, and my thorny insides ached.

With two people, the minutes that flowed hotly without words or sound were all hazy like that.

It shouldn’t have been like this.

I shouldn’t have held onto him.

At that time, when I became brutally aware of the fact that there was simply no more future, slicing through my eyelids like a razor, I was only violently devoted to soothing the immediate pain I faced.

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