“Hey, hey. Amal, Amal-san. When will I be released from this situation?”
“…I don’t know.”
Pinned to the bed and embraced for an hour. Well, I don’t know the exact passage of ti, so it’s more of a feeling, but it feels like it’s been about that long. Staying in this position is starting to get tough.
“…Hey, Amal. I was wrong, so please stop sulking.”
“Amal is not sulking.”
—She’s totally sulking.
The reason is undoubtedly because she slled Johanna on .
Needless to say, Amal is very jealous.
Even though we’ve beco lovers and have been physically intimate, the rage that used to make her lose herself has almost disappeared, but her jealousy knows no bounds. She seems to have a particularly strong competitive spirit towards Johanna, perhaps because Johanna is the only girl her age.
In the first place, that is.
It’s only natural to get upset if your lover is covered in the scent of another woman, given that Amal’s jealousy is excessive.
Even so, I try to be careful… I do think about it, but as for , I want to value my relationships with others besides Amal, like Francesco, Johanna, and Mr. Sion. That’s the most troubling part.
(…Well, even apart from , it seems there was already sothing between Johanna and her.)
Amal and Johanna.
There must be sothing between them that can’t be sumd up in a word.
When did it begin, and how long will it continue?
Where does it aim, and where is it going?
Bound and connected by that “sothing,” which cannot be asured by ti, distance, or speed.
I stroke Amal’s head, which she’s rubbing against
in silence, marking her territory. Now that it’s co to this, I’ll let her be spoiled to her heart’s content.
“Andy-sama.”
“Yeah.”
“…Andy-sama.”
“Mm, what’s wrong?”
“Please stay by my side forever.”
“Of course, I’ll be by your side.”
Amal raised her face, smiling forlornly.
“Ah, I’ve beco weak.”
“…Amal?”
“I used to be hollow. I never smiled or cried out in tears, never shook with the warmth of love. Neither past, present, nor future were necessary. Because our existence was terribly vague, and I neither knew nor wanted to know about it. The world was dark and grey, with shadows writhing and stretching endlessly. I sang for the sake of nightmares, waiting for her awakening. That was my place. Our world.”
My cheek is caressed.
Over and over again.
“You gave it to . The gentle sunlight, the glittering night sky, a heart that finds flowers beautiful, the colors of the world, everything I’d given up on as impossible.”
She squinted as if dazzled, vibrating the air as if chanting a blessing. Sweet breaths. Silver hair flowing smoothly, a lting beauty.
“Amalthea… Amal is here, and it was only you who reached out to . You’re the only one who taught
what love is. For Amal, Andy-sama is the light. The only light that illuminates the world.”
“I’m… I’m not that great a person.”
Crushed by Amal’s feelings, I clutched my left chest and gasped for breath. She watched
quietly. I averted my gaze, almost swallowed by her eyes.
—Red, vermilion, crimson.
The red that dripped down.
The vermilion that flared up.
The crimson that saw through everything.
The scarlet afterimage remains burnt into my eyes.
“Andy-sama, you are the only one for Amal. No matter how much you deny yourself, I affirm you. Because I love you. I love everything about you, Andy-sama.”
Amal buried her face in my chest. She took a deep breath and rubbed her head against . A gesture that wanted to leave as much of her presence as possible.
“You always look straight ahead and move forward, leaving the place you were before, all alone. Andy-sama, you can do that because you are who you are. More than anything, I’m terrified of seeing off your back.”
“I won’t leave you behind.”
“Yes… That’s what I hope for.”
Hiding her face, the girl said so in a voice that seed to vanish. It was a conversation we had repeated over and over again.
Amal is afraid that I’ll disappear from here. No, she thinks that I’ll leave this place alone. That’s what she believes. So no matter what I say, the anxiety doesn’t go away.
The girl who had never been attached to anything before eting
doesn’t know how to keep
tied down.
I gently embraced Amal.
I whispered again to the trembling Amal that I wouldn’t leave her.
I don’t want to make a mistake.
Not ever again.
The sound of footsteps echoed in my mind.
It sounded like the clack of geta or the clop of hooves.
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