Sad tears burst out again and I buried my head.
Hikuhhh..
At that mont, I heard Alan putting down the tableware roughly. My shoulders flinched in response.
Hes angry. Of course he would be. He must have co back from a hard day. I dont think hell like to see a woman who cries so loudly during the precious alti.
But when I raised my head, I saw Alan, who was looking at with a serious face covering his mouth. I thought he was so angry that he put the tableware down hard Did he drop it?
I forgot to sniffle and looked him in the eye, and he whispered.
You made an excuse, didnt you?
.
Is it because of ?
I tried to answer that it was true that I was crying for a book, but then I shut up again. Because ultimately its Alan Leopold. After all, its true that all this sadness is because of him.
Then Alan continued,
Im not good at comforting.
.
I had no particular expectation that he would comfort . So I cant help but stare at Alan silently.
His dark hair, blue-gray eyes as if lting a distant winter night, and picturesque lips. Even if I close my eyes, his face never leaves my head as if an afterimage had been engraved on my eyelids.
Then Alan whispered quietly.
Im sorry, but no matter how much you cry, I have no intention of letting you go, lissa.
His whisper was as faint as mist, but it sounded clearer than anything else. Is it because its so quiet that I can even hear the candle burning? Even Alans breath seed to be heard.
I opened my mouth with a deep voice.
I for you Because you have to complete the novel?
Yes.
When I managed to ask, he answered without a monts hesitation and smiled. The smile was so noble and wicked that it was impossible to tell whether he was the devil in the face of an angel or vice versa.
I hate Alan so much that I want to inflict hellish pain on him but at the sa ti I wanted to confess my love right away like lava. Feeling the sudden heat in my cheeks, I hurriedly lowered my gaze.
But his next words made my head rise again.
Ill do you a favour.
do a favour?
Yes, because I dont want you to cry.
Alan had an absolutely pleasing voice. Its so nice that I want to just listen without answering. I have no choice but to cry when he whispers sweet words in a low voice.
But if I ask him to let send a letter to my family or let out of here, or let hate him, hell laugh. As if he is teasing , or as if he is seducing .
Despite it feeling a bit absurd, even for myself, I asked him for a favour.
I wish we could have dinner together every day.
He was silent for a mont. I was afraid to see what kind of expression he was making, so I stared at the transparent water droplets on the surface of the glass.
It would be absurd. I felt the sa way. I was envious of the lovers in the novel, and the separation between them and was so sad that I cried like a child, but I cant believe Im asking Alan Leopold to do this. I couldnt believe it myself. Did I want to whine?
Then, I heard a sweet, low tone.
That sounds difficult.
.
I thought the answer would co back, but his tone was more serious than I thought, so I opened my eyes wide. Is he kidding? Hes making fun of , right? I was going to think so, but Alan continued,
Its hard to co back every day right now, and its hard to co on ti. But Ill try.
Try
He wont know how much comfort those trivial and common words brought to .
Anything else?
The other thing is
I was repeating his words like a fool. When I stared at him, he was still looking at . A faint golden glow rose over the candlestick between us.
Thinking that this mont was sohow magical, I suddenly realized that my tears had stopped.
Alan may actually have a knack for soothing people who cry.
Buy so flowers.
.
Every ti you co ho.
Then he smiled instead of answering, with a very gentle and graceful smile.
The aning of the smile was unknown, but the appearance of the thin candlelight coloring a cold winter-like face with a gentle color was subli enough to hold my breath. No religious artwork in the world would be as sacred as this.
I whispered with the last remaining reason.
Dont buy roses.
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