Another Life, Another Me

63. I Missed You (Part 2)

A/N: This is part two of Chapter 63, so if you haven't read the first part yet, please go back to read it! I updated two chapters today~

Thanks a lot, and I hope you enjoy~
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"So tell me...What should I do to you?" Florence asked me coldly.

No...

This was not the Florence that I knew.

"Should I behead you like the others? Or do you have a specific way you want to die...?" Florence asked again.

This wasn't right.

A small voice in the back of my head was yelling at me to do something...

...that I needed to save him...

...that I needed to save the mischievous and kind Florence I once knew...

"...No matter what anyone else thinks...there is no one in the world who can replace my fiance," he spat at me.

The room went quiet as Florence waited for my response.

But I couldn't reply.

"I see...You were gagged this whole time. You, the guard...take out that unsightly piece of cloth covering her mouth," he sighed.

The guard complied immediately, as if his life depended on following Florence's orders.

My jaw ached quite a bit from being gagged, but the slight aching of my mouth was at the least of my worries right now.

"What is your name," Florence asked in a tone that didn't sound like he was asking me a question at all.

"...Cordelia...de Boren Cyllia...that is my name..." I murmured in reply.

"You're going to act like this until the end, aren't you. Well, if that's the case, there's nothing else I'd like to ask you. Guard, throw her in a cage. Her execution will be next week," Florence said darkly.

For a brief moment, I paused...not knowing what to say.

Execution...?

I won't...accept this...

"...I won't...let you kill me," I murmured to him as I stood up from my spot.

"What did you say? I couldn't hear yo-"

"I've been traveling...for three whole months...trying to get back home...I won't let you kill me...Florence," I repeated as I snapped the ropes binding my hands together and took off the blindfold they put on me.

There was silence in the air and I looked at Florence straight in the eye.

Florence stared back at me, his eyes widening slowly.

It had been so long since I had seen Florence.

He was extremely thin...

...As if he hadn't eaten a proper meal in months.

And he had dark bags under his eyes.

His golden hair and handsome features were the only things to remain the same...

But...his eyes...on the other hand...lacked the warmth that was once there.

"...You...What is your name...?" he asked me as he stared at me blankly.

I stared back at him softly.

"Why the heck...would you need to ask me that...? Don't you...already know...? You sadistic pervert..." I said back to him.