LETHYFEROUS
3. DOOR CLOSE

Five years passed ….

Fleur still remembered the sad event that happened the first time in his life. Her mother's words about Selena's curse for her came true. All her life, the girl did not believe everything about curses, let alone remembering her mother who was a witch. However, the events of that night made him think twice and justified Hera's words.

Fleur's hand stretched out and spread a handful of flower pieces over a navel. The white stone does not belong to James—the late husband—but belongs to Hera, the mother. The woman who was the foundation of Fleur's life died about two months ago from illness.

Hera never told her that she was suffering from extreme pain, until finally when she died, her only daughter witnessed it. Fleur had felt like he had lost everything. Now, he just lives alone in the cabin and starts a new life as a normal human being. Fortunately, the conditions around his residence had started to get crowded. Many people set up houses there.

Upon returning from the burial place, the girl found an envelope in the mailbox in front of the house. He took it and opened it for a moment. Suddenly his hand trembled until he dropped the envelope along with the contents.

Fleur sighed. “How many times do I have to tell people that I don't want to come to the wedding,” muttered, then ducked to pick up the thing he dropped just now.

“Who's wedding?” say someone until they drop the envelope that the red-haired girl has held. He's thawing for a moment. “I, right, didn't surprise you!”

“M-sorry,” said Fleur was still slightly shaking. “From Baron Elgrove,” he added later.

The stocky lady who was Fleur's new neighbor let out a sigh. “Yesterday Duke Morfir, then now Baron Elgrove,”. “You are really popular among blue blooded people, huh?”

Fleur only smiled faintly chiming in. “Actually, they know me because I often deliver concoction medicine to his castle,” he replied. “They only know me as a healer, nothing more.”

“Iya, yes. After all, your age is also quite mature if you want to find a partner,” the thick woman's limp, then raised one hand almost covered her mouth. “If you want, maybe by coming to the wedding, you can get the man you want.”

The green-eyed girl fell silent. A smile knot is re-engraved at the corner of the lips. He decided to get into the cottage because it felt the topic of conversation made something inside him raging. Fortunately, his neighbor was not chatty and cared enough for him.

Fleur landed his butt rough on the chair. He observed with a jelly the wedding invitation envelope in his hand. The girl remembered once that she had gotten so many invitations to events during this time, but none of them had ever been visited. It was not that Fleur was ashamed, but that the girl was not brave enough despite just being present. Afraid that the person who touched him would have the same fate as James.

“Ah, that again!” gerutu because remembering the unfortunate incident.

Boro-boro comes to someone else's wedding, getting an invitation even to remember the figure of James and Selena's curse on him alone has made Fleur short of breath. The girl held onto her rapidly beating heart as if she was being hunted by something.

“I don't want to come there,” softly in between the moans of his will. Fleur could only land his head on the table, covering his pain with both arms.

***

However, this is where Fleur is now. I don't know what drove him to Baron Elgrove's wedding. Fleur just prepared with his best dress and came to the event with a parcel that of course contained the best medicines.

“I'm sure you'll come here, Miss Fleur,” said the handsome-looking Baron Elgrove in his white suit. He received a parcel from the red-haired girl. “Thank you.”

Fleur nodded. Afterwards, he could only shuffle aside when the party started. His heart really cannot be cooperated with now. The tightness and nausea he felt was not playful, instead making him want to vomit now. Fleur was sure that a sweat as big as corn had wet his armpit covered in a dress this second.

“What's up, Miss?” A man suddenly surprised the girl.

The man extended a hand. The black hair with his ash-blue eyes was in stark contrast to the blue suit he was wearing. That guy is very handsome.

“A-I ...” Fleur could not say a word. He actually circulated the gaze to make the man in front of him also look in the same direction.

“Whose looking are you?” ask the man.

Fleur shakes. “T-no,” answer. Realizing the man's hand was still outstretched, Fleur hurriedly endured it.

“Hans,” said the man with a sweet niche engraved on the corner of the lips. “And You?”

“A-I .. Fleur.”

Again, Fleur could only resign. In fact, he knows that he still wants to socialize with many people, including close to men even though. However, somehow the other side still carries fear that the fate that befell James will happen to other men who approach him as well.

In fact, when Hans asked him to dance Fleur still had time to smile. This was his first time, but what he felt was excessive anxiety, not unconditional happiness. Hans' smile was

it's a fear for a girl like her.

“M-sorry, I have to go home,” said the girl later.

Fleur removed the hook in Hans' hand, leaving the man behind. Meanwhile, Hans stared at Fleur's departure. There was a feeling that swept across his mind this moment. Especially when their dance ended, the light of the goddess of the night in the sky there seemed to dim.

***

Fleur sighing. “Why should she be the one I remember anyway?” his gerrick.

The figure of the blue-eyed man who became her dance partner that night is still lingering in Fleur's memory. He could not get to sleep because of it. Hans was indeed handsome and absolutely perfect, but according to Fleur, the man was no match for him. Fleur did not want to be tied to any relationship with the man.

DAK! DAK! DAK!

Someone was heard banging on the front door of the cottage and made the red-haired girl flinch. He got up and took a moment for his guest. However, when he opened the door, Fleur's shock grew. An

the man drowned in front of his cabin.

“T-mister! What's wrong with you?” Fleur kneeling. His eyes occasionally spread a glance, afraid that his neighbor might see him.

The red liquid almost inundated the terrace of the cottage before Fleur finally pushed the man into the house and laid him in the wooden gurney in the check room. The girl treated the wound on the man's chest slowly, but deftly and did not forget to bandage it with a bandage.

“T-thank you,” said the man. He stared intensely at the girl who was treating him.

Finding such a look, Fleur then threw away his face. In the slightest he did not want to deal with men other than to deal with drugs. Fleur finally switched to tidying up the medicine box that had been opened.

However, he had not managed to clear the drugs, the man he helped was hugging his body from behind. The medicine box fell and its contents scattered.

“A-what do you do?” Fleur glared as he turned around and found the man's gaze changing. The more he looked at himself.

The man grinned. “Come on, I've been trying to get this far so that you would take me into your cottage,” he said as he continued to approach the red-haired girl.

“A-what do you want?” Fleur's body trembled. He inched backwards, trying to escape from the man's embrace.

Nahas, the girl's movements lost fast. The man managed to block his hand and directly slammed Fleur's body onto the floor. The girl rebelled, but her efforts were in vain.

“T-please don't approach me!” exclaim Fleur in fear.

The man seemed to have paid no attention to the groans of the girl he was hiding. His head continued to duck, bringing his face closer to the niche of Fleur's neck and landing a ferocious kiss there. His cruel treatment continued until his lips were about to touch the girl's ranum. However, when the touch was created, suddenly the man groaned in pain. He got up and moved away from Fleur's body.

Fleur inched backwards, trying to achieve anything for his plan. Her green eyes glared at the man whose body was burning. Until finally, in just a matter of seconds, the man burned to the ground until it became a pile of ashes.

The red-haired girl was glued in silence. Her tear buds dripped from the fertilizer, soaking her smooth white cheeks. He sobbed with the condition of his body trembling violently.

“Mama .. please ...”

***

A few hours after the accident, Fleur collected the ashes of the man. He put it in a cloth and buried it in the back of the house. These nights are indeed horror for some people to bury a person's body, especially in an incomplete form. However, with a firmness of heart, Fleur was forced to do so.

He cried after piling up the last soil in the cemetery. His body has been trembling ever since. “Mama, help me ...,” in between sobs.

The red-haired girl immediately entered the house. He cleaned up the remnants of the vile treatment of the man until it did not work. However, his focus faltered when he heard the door of the cottage being knocked.

“I don't want to open it,” hiss the girl. He was curled up in the corner of the check room. “I don't want to open the door of the house,” the repeat is still in the same tone.

Fleur let the people who knocked on his cottage pass him by, even though it was the stocky woman who became his neighbor. The girl became gloomy and was afraid of connecting with many people for some time

the time. In fact, when wedding invitation letters from people who know him come and let him pile up just like that in the mailbox.

Once, Fleur went out of the house to pick up some of the letters because of his curiosity. But it all ended up in the bathroom. Somehow his chest feels tight until the nausea is endless.

“Do I get sick, yes?” he murmured after removing all of his entrails in the bathroom while checking himself. “No tuh. I'm fine.”

Fleur sighed. He immediately got up and headed to his room. However, the knock on the door at his cottage this time really made him riled up. The girl walked towards the door, then opened it. His anger changed when he found the man lying on the porch with a puncture wound on his back.

“T-mister!”

The man looked up at Fleur. “T-please ...”

***