Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 94

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Chapter 94

Darkness melts away.
Light shatters and falls like dust, and Fession stands against this backdrop. The sight is so unreal, it feels like a dream.
“Fession…?”
Is this really Fession?
I wonder if another phantom has taken his form to swallow me whole, but the warmth of the hand grasping mine, the radiant smile like sunlight—it’s all the real Fession, existing and present.
“How did you… get here?”
“I came to find you.”
“Is this a dream?”
“No.”
His firm hand grips me tight.
“I got some help.”
His delicate eyelashes flutter as he blinks, eyes glistening with fresh tears fixed on me.
“I missed you so much—I just kept thinking of you as I walked, and then I really saw you.”
Looking at Fession’s smile, which seemed dreamlike itself, I remembered what my father said when he handed me the Compass.
If you walk while thinking of someone you want to see, whatever appears before you—that path is the right one.
“What did you do?”
“I saw you caught up in all this, and I just couldn’t stay still…”
His mumbled explanation of how he came here didn’t register at all. What did it matter if he was an Immortal or anything else?
Fession was here. Right in front of me.
“Nobody stopped you?”
“…”
Fession blinks rapidly, then closes his eyes in a smile. It’s a genuinely bright expression, but—
“You came without telling anyone.”
“…”
Fession’s smile stiffens. He glances at me nervously, clearly aware he’s done something foolish. Smart as he is, he couldn’t not know.
“Are you angry with me?”
I should be.
I should tell him never to do something so reckless again.
But the hand clasped in mine is so warm, his arrival so perfectly timed, and I feel tears welling up—so I just laugh instead.
“You’re terrible.”
Why do you always appear at moments like this?
I was determined not to do anything.
Hope, expectations, caring for someone—I’m so tired of it all, so sick of it.
I wanted to just live as a corpse, breathing, until my fate claims me.
“That’s why you’re terrible.”
“Hey, Arelin? Why are you suddenly about to cry?”
“It’s all your fault.”
You keep reaching for me, shaking me awake.
You look at me as though you’d do anything for me.
How could I not fall for you?
The way you throw your whole self at me.
“Whoa, Arel? Are you… crying?”
“I’m not.”
Something falls from the tip of my eyelash with a soft tap, but I insist it’s not tears.
Fession looks lost, hovering anxiously around me before gently taking both my hands in his.
“Don’t cry…”
His clasped hands are so warm, so tender, that the tears burst out again.
“I’m sorry. I’m the bad one. It’s all my fault, so please—don’t cry.”
I love how he tries to comfort me whenever I cry. I love how his heart breaks for me. And that love brings a despair that feels like the end of the world.
Why does something so good hurt this much?
After hesitating beside me for a long moment, Fession gently pulls me into an embrace.
“I just didn’t want to leave you alone.”
So I came looking every day, and now I’ve ruined everything, he laughs quietly.
“I wish you’d always smile.”
Cascading light and—
“I wish you’d be happy.”
You, who mirrors that light.
“I want to make you happy.”
In a moment where breath catches—
“And.”
“…”
“I want to be by your side.”
He voices his wish—so modest it’s almost modest for an ambition—with that pure, bright smile, pulling me closer.
“So let’s go back together.”
My throat tightens.
They say a person shouldn’t become another’s salvation, yet ironically, only another person can offer that salvation.
Is it truly only I who can save myself?
No.
I understand now that no matter how hard I tried to save myself, it would have been impossible without this hand clasping mine.
Humans cannot live alone.
I know that now.
Perhaps this isn’t salvation to you, but to me it’s everything.
“I don’t want to be alone.”
I’m so lonely. I’m tired of being lonely.
“I’ll stay with you.”
“For how long?”
“As long as you want.”
“What if it’s forever?”
“Then I’m fine with that.”
Fession laughs without a trace of reluctance, extending his hand.
“I’d rather ask for forever myself.”
His face glows with laughter as he says forever, not just a lifetime, would be perfect—it’s beautiful.
What’s a ten-year-old got to say about that?
I laugh at the absurdity, and he laughs with me, extending his hand right in front of my nose.
“Let’s go back now.”
I stare at that hand.
If I take it and walk out, it feels like I could escape everything—all doubt, all worry, all freedom finally within reach.
But…
“Can you wait a moment?”
“For what?”
“To say goodbye?”
There’s something I can only do now.
“Huh?”
I turn away from Fession, who waits for me, and look behind.
Arelin. My Arelin. The phantom that still clings to me, trying to drag me deeper still, summons a nightmare before me once more—the darkness making its final stand.
To crush me.
“Where is…?”
I hear Fession’s startled voice as the world around us shifts in an instant.
Looking at Fession’s eyes glinting under the stage lights, I smile.
“I think I can do it now.”
And I take hold of Guarneri—my friend whom I’ll never meet again.
“I’ve come too late.”
Though it’s just a phantom, the Violin I grasp after so long feels natural in my smaller hands, fitting my changed body without any awkwardness.
The whole motion—settling it on my shoulder, fixing it with my chin—flows as naturally as water.
A sense of unity, as though we’ve become one.
“It’s been so long.”
It feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life.
Like my Violin has waited so long for me, lost as I was.
“What are you doing?”
“Proving.”
Since this phantom exists to crush me, everything mirrors that day in my memory.
The air, the temperature, the people, the atmosphere.
Even Mother’s gaze from afar, watching me.
“No—isn’t it more than proof now?”
I just wanted to play.
Because I haven’t played once since that day.
“Listen.”
Something I can only attempt because there’s Fession—only him.
I lift the bow I’ve been holding.
Zing.
The moment bow meets string.
A melody pours out—soft and sweet as spun sugar.
“—!”
Music so tender it could make anyone fall in love on the spot.
Edward Elgar’s Salut d’Amour.
The piece Mother first played for me, my favorite score of all.
Fession, the only listener in this moment, watches my Violin’s melody with wide, unblinking eyes.
An elegant melody that resurrects happy memories unfolds softly.
A world where only I and my Violin exist. Within the unfolding scales, I tread each beautiful note.
I’ve played violin countless times, but never with this degree of unity, this depth of immersion.
A performance for no one but myself.
Ah. So this is what it feels like.
“…It’s joyful.”
Music has always been my means of proof.
Higher achievement. Higher honor. A tool to create the daughter Mother wanted.
Goals that weren’t mine.
Achievements that weren’t mine.
A life that wasn’t mine.
The obsession born from Mother’s mad, possessive love—never meant for me.
I was suffocating, dying every moment trying to fit the mold they’d created.
So this is what my true voice sounds like.
Yes.
I am alive here.
With the gentle melody spreading outward, all my past memories dissolve into darkness too. Pain, sorrow, anguish, regret, all of it.
“Huh?”
That’s when the shift came.
The solid nightmare surrounding us trembles. Light seeps through the fracturing landscape.
As if destroying this artificial world.
-Arelin. My daughter.
-You have to watch, Mother. You won’t disappoint me again, will you?
-You have to listen to Mother, understand?
The nightmare makes one final lunge, mimicking Mother’s voice. As if it knows exactly what would wound me most.
I see Mother’s form. Exactly as I remember her last.
“Mother.”
The one person I loved so deeply, and still do.
“You were a truly bad mother.”
What good daughter like me is there to find?
“But I forgive you. Because I love you.”
I’ve resented you. I’ve wished you unhappy.
I’ve wished you agony, knowing the loss of me.
But even through that hatred, I still love you—so I hope you won’t hurt too much.
“Be happy.”
I’m all right now.
“I’ll be happy too.”
What remains in the end are countless memories of love.
A delicate, soft melody rings sweetly—the melody of love you first let me hear.
Zing.
The Salut d’Amour ends.

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