[✓]My Fiancé is in Love with My Little Sister

Chapter 56

8 – The End of The End – 2

After a strange silence that felt both like an instant and an eternity...

“.... uh...”

A breathing sound echoed in my ears. It was exactly like the moment you wake up from a deep sleep. My consciousness emerged slowly, as if it was drag out of a pitch-black swamp. Cold air passed through my noise, and my lungs expanded greatly then slowly deflated. Taking this as a signal, my field of vision turned white. Shortly after I felt dazzled, my vision flickered and lights twinkled painfully like bright stars. At the impulse to rub my eyes instinctively, I understood I was blinking.   

“.... .... Ilya.”

My blurry vision gradually cleared up as the outlines of things became more distinct. Eventually, in my fully-recovered vision, a sky too bright to be called night and too dim to be called morning spread out. Although right above me the sky was dark like charcoal, that darkness gradually faded toward the horizon, and like in my memories, yellow and purple rays of light mixed together.

Many tall trees stretched out their branches as they pleased, as if they wished to break apart this magical pale-blue green light. Was it because of the pale moon that claimed to exist even in the distance that the overlapping canopies looked dazzlingly beautiful with the white light that traced their contours? Even though it seemed about to disappear at any moment, the moon was struggling to deliver that faint light to the ground.

As I thought, was I still inside a dream now?

I was thinking so because, in this scenery with a dawn so beautiful it made you lose your voice... he was here. His black hairs were swaying lightly, his face was spotless as if it was made from white porcelain, his obsidian eyes shone dimly. There wasn’t a single difference. It was an excessively nostalgic sight. Then, an intense feeling of déjà-vu rose from my chest, and my heart beat so loudly it plugged my ears. When I took a deep breath to escape the metallic buzzing resonating in my ears, I recalled the scene from that time I died lying in the mud.

Yes, it’s exactly as right now. I was exactly in the same situation as that time. I was lying down, helplessly looking up at him, and he was kneeling, gazing down at my face. And everything was similar enough to make me misunderstand and think I was repeating that certain unbearable day. The only difference might be that it wasn’t raining.

Staring at me with a dumbfounded expression, his shivering lips let out two words.

“My... princess”

I couldn’t deny that “princess” was a nickname I wasn’t used to, but hearing it made me breathless. Because drops of water gently fell from his eyes, tracing his clear profile. Maybe it captured some light from who knew where, but with a momentary flash of light, a tear shook as it fell down, and it burst opened in midair before vanishing. I almost missed it.

“Why?”

“Why are you crying?”

I tried to finish my sentence and call his name, but I failed tragically. I was trembling a lot. Instead of the name that I couldn’t pronounce, it’s my worn-out sigh that leaked out from my lips. I waited for the answer of this person who was only a breathtaking distance away from me, but in the first place, he didn’t seem to have realized he was crying. Staying silent, he fearfully touched my cheek. As usual, his fingers were cold and comfortable.

One time in the distant past, I clang to these fingers.

“.... Crow?”

This time, I readied myself to call him, but my voice came out weaker than I expected. Thinking he didn’t hear me, I opened my mouth once more but I then noticed that his pair of black, shaking eyes was staring at me earnestly. I realized my voice had properly reached him. He had no words. However, the Crow who spoke in a voiceless voice to the point he seemed rather eloquent was here. This also seemed like a reproduction of that rainy day. A Crow on the brink of crying out in a loud voice. Seeing his crumpled and distorted expression as he was enduring and holding back his tears, a pain pierced my chest. However, from another point of view, he also looked like someone who couldn’t react to a great joy. I felt my throat tightened at this Crow’s appearance. A suffocating, agonizing pain, as if my heart vibrated. It was a very familiar bitter emotion. I’ve experienced it so many times I got tired of it. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say I already knew it thoroughly. Because for me, living had precisely the same meaning as suffering. Experiencing this sensation once again, I suddenly understood.