I’ve always, always wanted to see you.
I just wished you would turn around and smile at .
That would have been enough. That’s all I ever wanted.
But you moved forward.
You left
behind and stepped forward.
It was so sad, so painful, so painful, so painful――― more than anything, I hated loved it.
Please notice .
I’m right here.
I’m alone here, waiting for you.
So please, find .
If this wish cannot be fulfilled, I want to continue dreaming about you, enveloped in a happy slumber, wanting to fall into an eternal sleep.
――― For that, a night that never dawns is necessary.
＊＊＊
I rember what happened last night.
Amal’s words keep repeating in my mind.
“I have a sister.”
Amal had a sister.
We’ve been together for a year and a half, but he never ntioned it once.
It’s not that strange.
I’ve never told her about Shizuyo… my sister either. Of course, not even about her death.
But why does this bother
so much? I don’t know. I don’t know, but it seed like important information.
“……Andy-sama. You’ve been silent since earlier, is sothing wrong? Could it be that the soup didn’t suit your taste?”
Amal’s words pull
out of my thoughts.
The al laid out on the table catches my eye. Oh no. I was in the middle of a al. I quickly turned my gaze to Amal.
She was looking up at
with anxiety in her eyes. Her wavering eyes were filled with sorrow. I smile to comfort her and call out to Amal.
“No, it’s as delicious as always.”
“……I’m glad.”
Amal seems genuinely relieved. She gives a soft smile and pours ale into my cup.
I thank her and drink it all in one gulp.
After finishing breakfast, I watch Amal clean up.
Her beautiful silver hair was dyed orange in the faint light of the candle.
When Amal noticed my gaze, she shyly lowered her eyes and tucked her hair behind her ear to hide it.
There was sothing sexy about her gesture.
I stand up and spread my arms.
“Amal, co here.”
“……Yes!”
Her face lights up with joy, and she stops what she’s doing and runs over imdiately. She looked like a puppy happy to be called by its owner.
I hug her tightly. I bury my face in her hair and sll her scent. It slls like blooming flowers, like ripe fruit. My heart is healed by the familiar sll.
I indulge in it until I’m satisfied, then let go. Her crimson eyes wavered with sadness.
“……Amal. Um……”
“Andy-sama……?”
I search for the words to follow. I had so much to say. A chapel for worshiping sothing.
A secret guarded by priests. And… about Amal’s sister. But the words won’t co out.
I stutter and in the end, I couldn’t convey anything. Amal frowned at my strange behavior.
“Is sothing wrong?”
“……Ah, no, it’s nothing.”
“Is that so?”
Amal obediently nodded her head. However, she seed unconvinced. Her dissatisfaction was written all over her face.
(…I’m really loved, aren’t I)
Amal is surprisingly overprotective of .
She spoils
with all her might, protects
from being hurt by anyone.
What’s more, she takes care of everything to keep
from leaving her, hindering my independence.
She is obsessed with
to the point of being pathological.
That’s why she reacts so sensitively to even the slightest change in my emotions.
To distract Amal, I kissed her peach-colored lips.
Amal’s eyes widened for a mont, but she soon lted with delight.
She blushed and clung to , asking for more.
Amal, who was once an innocent girl, is now nowhere to be seen.
Her expression, which even seed lascivious, was unmistakably that of a “woman”.
I was the one who changed Amal. I have no regrets about that. Nor do I feel guilty. But sotis I wonder.
(Am I… a drug to Amal?)
It can sotis be a salvation, but more often than not, a terrible end awaits. As if to shake off such thoughts, I quietly closed my eyes.
＊＊＊
In the afternoon, I tend to the vineyard with Francesco.
The thick, gloomy clouds block out the sun’s light, and even though it’s dayti, the surroundings are faded and tinged with grey.
It feels like it’s reflecting my current state of mind, and I’m fed up.
“What’s up? You look so solemn. Did you have a stomach upset?”
Francesco stops his work and looks at
worriedly.
“No, it’s not that. It’s not like that.”
“Well, is there anything else you’re worried about?”
Francesco’s kind voice makes
want to tell him everything. But of course, I can’t do that.
So, I acted as if I was hosick, missing Japan.
“Yeah, I was just rembering my family back ho.”
“I see… I’m sorry for asking such a thoughtless question.”
Francesco lowers his eyebrows in a sad way. When I see him like this, I’m reminded once again that he’s a really good guy.
“No, it’s okay.”
I smiled at Francesco. Seeing this, Francesco looked relieved. He’s easy to read.
“……You know, I’ve never heard you talk about your family before.”
“Well, I’ve never talked about it. I haven’t seen my family in a long ti. They went far, far away.”
“Your ho is in the far eastern island nation, right? It’s not easy to go back.”
“Yeah, that’s right. But I can definitely see them. I think it will take a few decades, but definitely.”
“Yeah, I’ll be praying for that too.”
Francesco crosses himself and offers a prayer. I bow my head slightly in thanks. Francesco, his chubby cheeks trembling, smiles.
“……Francesco, your family was in the rchant business, right?”
“Yes, that’s right. I have a brother, so he takes over the family business. Well, I can’t say I get along well with my brother, though.”
Thump.
For so reason, my heart pounded heavily at Francesco’s words.
“Could you say that again?”
“Huh? My brother is taking over the family business. We don’t get along very well, though.”
“No, before that.”
“Hmm… I have a brother…”
In my head, Francesco’s words and Amal’s words repeat.
“I have a brother…”
“My sibling, sister exists…”
They’re both just words about having a brother or sister. But they’re fundantally different. That was what I had felt strange.
I put my hand on my chest as if to confirm the beating of my heart.
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