LUCEM
LXVIII Chapter

The air felt frozen all around.

I moved away from Ichan. The brown haired man clenched his hands together, his gaze.., as if he was going to burn everything, burning me. Her eyes were as red as a saga, the anger within was directed at Ichan, and the rippling currents from her made me nervous.

Then the man looked at me, and the burning anger turned into something else. The pain sliced through my subconscious, so sharp and poignant that I ran the last few steps towards him.

"You—" I said, touching his face.

He closed his eyes and took a breath near my palm, tensed across his face. "You smell like that guy. Tell me you're just pretending, Maya, or I have to kill her."

I pull my hand slowly. Boost.

The sound of Magenta laughter resounded. "I don't regret my solitude, it's more charming than making defects here and there in the name of love. At least I know not to deceive myself about the love I feel for someone. Or deceive others."

I smiled through the sudden pink glint in my view. "Me and Ichan? Come, Magenta. You know better."

Magenta's mouth twitched. "You two look very convincing." He stared hard at Ichan.

Ichan walked over to Magenta slowly. His voice was low full of guilt. " It's not what you think, though I'll admit a little fun on my part."

I stare at Ichan cynically? My womanhood is insulted but the other I don't really care. I just regret that we were distracted. Magentas. And that man, I hope his anger will magically drive him away.

"So it's not because you're weak and stupid?" Magenta let out a voice of disappointment. "Now I'm bored."

Ichan glanced at the brown-haired man and then returned to me. "Magenta was right about everything, I was weak, stupid and wrong. I'm gonna quit, and I hope you're gonna have a better relationship full of sincerity."

Ichan turned to the brown-haired man. "I'm sorry" he said, looking down.

The brown haired man looked at Ichan sharply.

"There are some things I need to say, sir," said the man. "I don't know how long I can hold back from not attacking you." His voice shook with anger.

"Yes, I understand," Ichan replied briefly.

Ichan turned around, and stepped away.

I shook my head. "You think I lied to you?"

Ichan stopped the steps. "You're playing with someone's feelings, and lies follow that territory. He's a good man."

Ichan spoke without looking back and walked away. I subconsciously ran after his steps and grabbed his hand. I don't want him to leave.

"No!" I said for a moment, horror flooded into me.

Ichan closed her eyes for a moment. "I'm sorry I'm like this, but I don't have any illusions about what to do. Believe me, I would rather die a thousand times than be ashamed and hurt you. Your efforts will only get my body, not mine."

I grabbed her hair not as hard as before, a few minutes earlier. "But you accepted me earlier, you wanted to be just like me, they stopped him!"

"No," replied Ichan slowly. I'm a man and you're a woman with a half-naked body, that's all that's pulling me strong towards you."

No. gabe. No. gabe. Those words echoed inside me so loudly that it took me a second to realize that someone else was talking.

A heat suddenly struck my palm. I pulled my hand fast. Ichan walked away again, more hastily.

"Yyarghg...!" Frustrated screams from the brown-haired man. He kicked and hit the air.

Magenta laughed cynically. "You ignored it."

"Shut your mouth!" my yelling.

A dagger slid towards Magenta, he lightly dodged it.

The heat wave slapped my face.

"Stop it," said Ichan softly and sharply.

I looked at him in disbelief. The pain runs down my face to my neck. I hold back from moaning.

"I really love you, I swear" tears welled up in my eyes.

Now I was just a step ahead of Ichan, hoping she would see how much I felt about her. But, Ichan shook her head. His outlook changed, the air changed. I don't like that. I hugged her body, hot running through my skin, wider.

"Take it off" said Ichan.

I still kissed her when I pulled out my other dagger and slammed right into her heart.

"I love you" I whispered in his ear, once again. Lying his head on my lap. Looked at him in a foggy view.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." I'm screaming crazy.

My tears are like a river. My cry, the cry of the brown-haired man.

Magenta is flaming and angry.

What happens is that many people never have the joy of knowing what love is. There will always be people who say it doesn't exist, but that's because they can't get it.

Darling, love.... You sweeten my ears,

My heart is empty and wounded,

You tore my bandage, you,

You've seen me, you've listened to my story,

Then...

You met my demon, you,

and you go in silence.

Wicked! If you're not staying

why are you stripping my soul?.

One day they told me never to let go of something I really love.

And it made me think, what if something doesn't want to be by my side?

What if what I really love doesn't love me?

And how do I let go of something that doesn't even belong to me?

Don't they understand that, do they?

That I just want someone who makes me feel like autumn is spring.

Someone who will make me forget that I was sad.

Someone to talk to me while I sleep talking.

Someone who when I don't understand, he just kisses me on the forehead.

Someone with whom I want to share coffee, morning and evening.

But..., why wasn't he created just for me?

Why should he have a heart that leaned on others and not on me?

Why, why, why, huh!?

You are my life, this life and my other life, if anything else.

But now, look, you're frozen, to leave me.

Does the brown haired man understand my pain? Does Magenta understand the meaning of my cry? Do you guys understand?

No, I know you guys don't...

I know I have a dream that I didn't tell you. That I don't want to meet them. That I don't want to be judged. That I don't want to share. I didn't have any debt to you guys before, then why should I share for the thing I want the most? Just him, that's all...

But, won't any of you tell me one thing? That I might live it all, live my dreams, those dreams, set up an altar for myself!

Why does your life always demand perfection beyond the perfection I expect. Why is there always a flaw of a dream. Why?...