You, Who's Kind Only To Me - Chapter 3
It felt like a fantasy, or perhaps a distant memory.
Blink– She blinked, and warm moisture trickled down her cheek.
She let out emotions as if she were releasing the warmth of a spring day, without even knowing why she was crying.
Otherwise, it felt like the burning fire might consume her chest completely.
‘I hope you’re living well.’
She thought dully.
The depths where sunlight didn’t reach were deep and cold, not allowing even a small glimmer of light.
Taking something like this there would result in blindness, without a doubt.
She let her memories with the man flow away with tears. You were right, Marilyn. Humans are dangerous. Humans are truly…
‘Such a dazzling presence.’
Siren hummed a soft tune. Far in the distance, the shadow lurking in the depths was rising.
As the shredded moonlight screamed, she closed her eyes. The final teardrop crossed her white cheek.
Now she would stand at the beginning of another cycle.
With that nightmare-
In that moment,
The longing voice cut through the wind.
“Are you okay?”
She unconsciously opened her eyes.
The pale cheeks glowed with a bluish tint under the moonlight. Reddish eyes, ablaze amidst the black strands of hair, illuminated the darkness, substituting for the sun.
It was an unavoidable longing.
A deep-sea creature’s instinct to seek light.
As she gazed at the man’s eyes as if entranced, the man, with a single swift motion, shattered the cross that had bound her with a resounding crash! The sword he held in his hand gleamed brightly, dispelling the darkness.
The man grabbed her hand, and they began to sprint.
The dark seawater relentlessly surged, extending sticky darkness to ensnare them. However, the man’s sword, wielding a brilliant light, incinerated it, causing it to scream and split part.
The two of them ran endlessly, heading toward where the sea ended.
Could they really escape from the sea? No matter which direction they looked, there was only an endless horizon. The seawater growled menacingly, steadily rising. Now, they couldn’t even tell where they were.
Their breaths were harsh and labored. She looked at the man’s back and whispered softly.
“It’s okay now.”
Thump. The man’s footsteps slowed for a moment.
“You don’t have to try so hard for me anymore.”
Then, very slowly,
“Go back to where you should be.”
He stopped walking, not turning to look at her. She hugged his much larger and firmer body from behind.
This was the end. She cast a spell on herself, slowly releasing the warm body as if it would ripen if touched.
The man’s blue eyes filled with sadness. In truth, she didn’t want to let go. But if she didn’t, this nightmare would never let her go.
A hazy island lay ahead, as if beckoning them to come.
She softly pushed the man’s back. At her gesture, he took a slow step forward, turned around to look at her.
“Do you know, Ren?”
The calm voice said.
“They call those who sacrifice themselves for the world heroes.”
The man extended his arm. His strong hand held her chin.
“But those damned people are forcing you onto the hero’s path.”
He bent slightly at the waist, and finally, their eyes met at different heights.
“Doesn’t it seem like this world is too insignificant for that?”
The man slowly pursed his lips. The sensation of something much softer and warmer than she had anticipated rubbing on her, caused Siren’s eyes to slowly widen.
“But wouldn’t it be better to sacrifice the world itself, than sacrifice yourself for the sake of this insignificant world?”
The man said, and as he slightly parted his lips, he continued with a voice full of laughter.
With those words, the world shattered into pieces.
She raised trembling hands and felt her own body. It was cold. Her body no longer had warm blood coursing through it. She touched her cheek, which had lost its warmth, and her lips, now devoid of any color.
Siren felt tears welling up, streaming down her cheeks. She thought they had all dried up. Where were these newfound tears coming from?
The world was burning. There were those who sought to sacrifice the witch and those who tried to save her. This was the end.
If history allowed him to persist, the man would probably be remembered as one of the greatest villains.
She recalled the man’s words:
‘Is the future of the world really that important?’
He was the most night-like presence she knew, resembling the darkest depths of the sea.
‘I value the present where you are the most.’
At the same time, he was the man who shone the brightest, like the sun. The man who stole the future from her smiled.
The man cursed by the earth gradually transformed into a solid statue. She held the crumbling man in her arms and headed toward the sea. As the cold water touched her toes, the man’s body, except for his upper torso, had turned to dust.
“Beware of humans, child.”
Somewhere, carried by the wind, the distant voice could be heard.
That’s right, Marilyn. I should have never met this man.”
Her body sank deep into the sea, holding the cold statue in her embrace.
Endlessly, endlessly, she sank.
* * *
Again, she had that dream.
Ren groaned and stretched her sore body.
Her supple body arched gracefully, and her skin glowed faintly in the early morning light.
Like fish scales.
Her skin, glistening, was adorned with lovely pink hair that covered it. The ends of her tangled hair briefly turned bluish, as if in a trick, before returning to their original color.
She shook her tense shoulders and rose from the worn-out bed. Heading towards the window, her only glimpse of the outside world, she saw the moonlit view of the beach below.
She responded with enthusiasm to the sound coming from the firmly closed door. However, after the knock, there was no further sound.
Perhaps not today.
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