Lady Devil - Chapter 43

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It was a voice that seemed to suffocate me, begging to be embraced. I couldn’t answer. His voice, on the verge of shedding tears instead of words, filled me with unbearable guilt. I never dreamed that Johannes… would hold me in such a way.

Johannes was pleading with me.

“Please don’t do this….”

He embraced me. He grasped the back of my head and pressed it firmly, burying my entire face in his shoulder. It was more a gesture of him clinging to me rather than embracing me. It was a fierce hug that crushed my shoulders and chest bound by his arms. He was so desperate.

I couldn’t believe how powerless Johannes seemed, who I thought had everything. It was a gesture that tore at my heart, feeling like I was abandoning not just a lover, but a helpless person, a child.

Little by little.

His hair, soaked in moonlight, was achingly beautiful. The faint scent lingering on his nape was too sweet. And the arms holding me were surprisingly firm. It was strange.

Tell me more.

Call my name.

Hold me.

Surely I was the one desperate at the bottom, holding only loneliness. Yet it was strange that this beautiful person was the one lowering himself, grasping and clinging more than I, always.

The night I ran back to the stone coffin.

Before leaving the bedroom, I gazed for a long time at Johannes’ naked body lying beside me. His face resembled mine too much, which upset me, so I hoped to find some part that didn’t resemble me at all.

But in the end, even his resembling face was good. There was nothing about him that wasn’t lovely. When I embraced his neck to the back of his head in my arms and kissed the bridge of his nose, I couldn’t bear how pretty his lips looked, clinging to me even in his sleep. To me….

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