The Secret Of Werewolf
Chapter 20: The Waiting Thing

The letter that comes every once in a while makes Rossa's chest tight, even though the girl was previously very much looking forward to this letter.

But as time went on, only the letter and that alone came every time to the two of them and it made Rossa no longer happy as usual, instead she began to get fed up with all this.

The letter that came once in a while was highly anticipated by both, but as time went on, it no longer made Rossa feel better, in fact, he no longer wants to read the letter sent regularly.

Unlike his sister Fredirica, who was the same wanted something more than a letter, but in the end he tried to accept what was and tried not to get too carried away with the emotions that exist in him.

Fredirica still considers the letter is her advice to see how her parents are today, but in the end it still feels empty and more or less the same as her brother's feelings.

It's all about how the emotional control of each of these two girls alone, Rossa who knows the real reality is ultimately carried away by emotions and he revolts, he said, while Fredirica can still control her emotions even though in the end her feelings are not much different from her brother.

The absence of the figure of parents they love and rely on makes all this possible. Their lives, which are mostly perfect, eventually feel hollow. And that's what many people don't know.

Fredirica could only see the piece of letter slowly but surely engulfed in a fireplace, and no one could prevent it from happening.

It was too late, or arguably there was no chance for him to be saved.

Zrr....

The fire of the fireplace instantly devoured the letter full of writing, Fredirica was silent and no longer said anything, all the curiosity and hope that was on her disappeared slowly but surely.

"Why grieve because the letter is Brother?! Seeing the same thing over and over again doesn't make you sick?!" Rossa did not stop being frustrated, as if what was in her heart she took out at once.

As if the old way was already out of use, a glimpse back to a few years before, little Rossa and little Fredrica who had already begun to adapt to live in Wolfden Village. When the letter from their parents came they were cheerfully excited right then and there.

The housemaids happily read the letter and that is what makes little Rossa and little Fredirica eager to pursue her dream.

But as time goes on, Rossa and Fredirica grow older, their thoughts were so and they finally realized the reality and their childhood was only accompanied by letters which incidentally was just a piece of paper they were waiting for at all times.

Is there something wrong there? Isn't it natural that both of their parents often send letters from out of town to tell and write what is in the heart?

At least that's what Rossa and Fredirica felt when they were children, they thought with just a scrap of letter they could meet and feel the direct experience of meeting their parents.

But reality says otherwise, Rossa and Fredirica began to realize and finally began not to accept the same way they had been receiving.

It is not wrong for Rossa to pour out his deepest heart, after all it is his own right and no one can forbid it.

The true feeling that came out of his heart was something that could not be covered up anymore, no matter how hard he tried.

Fredirica was silent not responding to her brother's words, her chest felt tight and she could only try to accept that was her true feeling, just like her brother.

But why don't their parents do that? That's the question Rossa and Fredirica have been asking all along, why is it that only a routine letter like this is sent?

Is it too difficult for both parents to take the time, or maybe just a little time to visit and spend time with them?

Is face-to-face a difficult thing to do? Then why?

What is the reason that both parents do not visit them in person? There are so many factors that can happen that the two of them can not visit.

A job? Of course, for famous and influential families, busyness is the most common thing that can happen.

Great people use their time as best they can and of course time is a valuable thing for them to use appropriately.

Sometimes twenty-four hours feels too short while they have a lot to do and do, therefore busyness is the most likely thing to happen until in the end not all things can be done simultaneously.

And another reason that can be thought of, it feels like there are too many reasons compared to the reality that happens there.

But for Rossa and Fredirica any reason that can happen can not change the fact that indeed his parents are too concerned with other things than his own two daughters.

In the end the letter that comes at a certain time can not necessarily make everything better, in the end a letter can not replace the important role of parents directly.

Fredirica thought in silence, trying to understand it was natural that her brother was carried away by such emotions, in the end reality did have a different impact on her and her brother.

Trying to ease the anger and defense of the letter her brother had thrown away, Fredirica undoes her intention to do so.

Fredirica had felt a speck of anger in her chest, almost he let out but in the end silence was the best way to turn off her feelings.

Arguing each other in the end will only make the situation so bad, Fredirica tried to accept what her brother did.

After all, his brother's opinion is true, difficult to accept but that's the reality.

Rossa finally looked calmer and without lingering again he left Fredrica who was still standing by the fireplace and finally sat back for a while, to calm his feelings.

Fredirica kept staring at the fireplace, it was warm but now she could not enjoy the warm feeling.

The multiplication fire slowly but surely began to extinguish, Fredrica did not intend to rekindle, he did spend too much time until he forgot that he also needed to sleep.

Fredirica immediately tidied the fireplace, making sure no coals could be re-ignited.

"What's this?" Fredirica saw a whole piece of paper among the still-warm pile of fireplace dust.