69novels Chapter 880 Then Don't Look Back
Chapter 880 Then Don't Look Back
"My child, no matter what, I feel your sadness and pain. Close your eyes, it's all coming to an end. If you want a hug, please come to me, okay?"
The child finally walked up to the broken, mutilated face before him, its surface scarred and cracked. He reached out and gently touched the face, then embraced the warmth emanating from the other's body, which seemed to transfer to the other and turn him to stone...
It's still the same way we were embracing... just an ordinary, cold stone...
"Goodnight, child whose name I don't know. Your future shouldn't end like this. Goodbye..."
Struggling out of the stone carving, I continued walking forward.
"Sister Erdana...why haven't you taken me home yet?"
The voice was mournful, bringing back memories of that time... I can't completely forget it. My memories have been erased, but the emotions remain, and I still think about that part...
"...You have been reborn. Don't dwell on the past anymore; it will only lead to more suffering. This new life will fill you with hope, and you will no longer be in pain..."
"Why won't you take me with you? Why? Why?! Why won't you take me with you? Why didn't you look back into my eyes? Why? Why?!"
The voice grew increasingly frantic, filled with immense sorrow and pain, as if brimming with the resentment that follows betrayal: "I did not betray you, my child, nor did I cause you pain. My mistake was that I could not save your life."
"Because I had no other choice. I hated myself countless times, but I couldn't save you. But life always has to move forward. I don't know what can make your pain lessen, but I have done my best. I will continue to move forward, and you will also move forward to have a better life, instead of being constantly tormented by pain."
A life intertwined with suffering is destined for sadness and despair from the very beginning. But life should not be like this. It is a beautiful arc, a beautiful beginning, not an abyss of pain and despair.
"Why did you leave my sister behind? Sister, do you know? I've been waiting for you all this time. Why couldn't you have slowed down a little?"
You have already left me, my child. Please don't be in pain, please don't despair, please don't let tears fall on your face again. I will not turn back, I will continue to move forward.
"I will keep moving forward and never look back. Goodbye. You can walk with me for a while, but that's pointless. It's too dark here. You should walk further and reach a place with light... Don't look back."
The rest of the other person's voice was barely audible. I continued walking forward, not knowing how long I walked, until my throat started to hurt.
"Long time no see, Miss Erdana?" A familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang out; the owner of that voice was no longer recognizable. Memories of the past were torn apart, tangled, and ultimately forgotten.
"Get out. I've forgotten you, so you should forget me too. Our fate has come to an end. I loved you, and you loved me. That's enough."
"I'd like to invite you to dance at the ball, do you remember? It was around our engagement time..."
The other person's voice was completely different from the previous two. It was very gentle, with a slight hint of humility, just like when they first met.
"...We've already danced."
Norlinch did not reply, but his steps forward began to slow.
"I haven't sent the flowers yet; can the Cecilia I picked myself express my true feelings?" Oh, the prodigal son's sincerity! What beautiful words...
"What kind of flower should I give you as a return gift for this bouquet? But I won't like flowers that you got from someone else. The ones you picked yourself are the ones I love. However, I reject this relationship that should have been abandoned long ago."
An emotion that should have been forgotten long ago, an emotion that should have been abandoned long ago—this is perfectly normal, and yet it is also incredibly painful.
"I'll miss you. Will you miss me as much as I miss you? I still have so much to say to you, so much to say to you. I want to sing with you again, and take care of the flowers with you..."
The sadness in his voice grew stronger, as if he were being enveloped in an ocean of sorrow.
“We’ve never taken care of the flowers together. Every time we did, it was either you or me. You’re still a beginner. Do you remember where we exchanged that most special gift?”
"...It was at our engagement party, where we exchanged rings..."
"That's a lie. The most special gift is far more than a ring; it's the strands of hair we exchanged on that rainy night when we were grieving. So you're not the lover I remember, but someone I learned about through others or other means. You've tainted my past feelings, and this isn't the first time. I will hate you all!"
They keep torturing me with my past, and now I'm a disgusting bastard.
It's like being slowly torn apart, like being subjected to a slow, agonizing death. This kind of emotion is unforgettable. Isn't emotion itself a past that is slowly forgotten and then slowly revisited?
"I'm sorry, my understanding of the past was so superficial. So what was it like back then?"
“We live a very happy life. Although we have occasional conflicts, we always resolve them peacefully in the end. That kind of life makes me feel that living a lifetime together is not bad... I don’t know your real name, nor do I know why you are here. But don’t look back. That’s my advice. Move forward.”
"Don't look back," is the curse here. Keep walking forward, leaving this emotion behind. The other person turned back, because the sound stopped, because even the softest breathing stopped. Why choose to turn back? There was clearly nothing there...
Everyone who comes here seems unable to turn back. Those guys don't seem like real people, but rather like children whose souls have been temporarily bound.
Why are they called children? Because everything they know comes from others; their memories aren't real. In other words, they are merely products of alchemy…
Such disgusting people deserve to die! Those who hurt others for their own selfish gain, those who harm innocent souls for their own desires, those with such twisted sense of humor—they deserve to die…
You all deserve atonement.