The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 132

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 132

“….”

Olivier’s eyes widened as he read the sad light that appeared on her face.

He now began to plead desperately.

“If I had never known you, I wouldn’t have despaired. If you know spring won’t come, dying in eternal winter wouldn’t be painful, would it? You showed me hope. You let me know that this winter has an end.”

He rambled like someone suffering from a fever.

“Every year on my birthday, the day my mother died giving birth to me, the Emperor sent me black mourning clothes that fit my body perfectly. Until I was fully grown, I had to stand at my birthday banquet wrapped in evidence that the man who was both the Emperor of the Empire and my father hated me.”

“Olivier….”

“Listen to me. What I was thinking. I once wanted to be happy too. I wanted to leave instead. But I couldn’t. They made my mother die miserably, then killed me countless times with poison, with swords, with looks, with their hearts. If I raised the white flag and left this place, they would surely try to kill me then.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“No, Radis. Back then I was alone and couldn’t escape from here. I had to pretend to be what they wanted. Beautiful Olivier, glass doll-like Olivier. Olivier who hides his emotions with that expressionless face, bows his head, and licks the filthiest things from the bottom of the gutter to survive.”

His grief-soaked voice tore at Radis’s heart.

She pulled Olivier’s face close and whispered in his ear.

“No. That’s absolutely not true.”

A faint smile spread across Olivier’s lips.

“But you know, Radis. Before I realized it was unhappiness, living like that wasn’t so bad. Because many people live in such pain.”

Olivier lifted his gaze to look up at her and whispered.

“You did too, didn’t you?”

“…!”

A gentle smile appeared on Olivier’s lips as he looked at Radis, who couldn’t continue speaking.

The day they first met.

What he found in her was himself, his very self.

Olivier said.

“But you smiled. I couldn’t smile like that.”

He gripped Radis’s clothes so tightly it seemed he might tear them, then staggered to his feet with that force.

Olivier pulled Radis’s shoulders close.

“Only you make me smile. Only your warmth makes me feel alive.”

She felt his lips touch her forehead.

Like when he confessed his love to her, his lips moved.

“Radis, I’ll give you everything I have. No, if you want, I’ll give you the entire world. So please stay by my side.”

Radis lifted her head.

She looked into his jewel-like beautiful eyes.

That beauty felt like the size of his despair, making her heart feel torn apart.

But she couldn’t deceive herself.

“Olivier, I’m sorry. I don’t love you.”

She could see Olivier’s eyes sinking deep into despair.

Radis held Olivier’s waist tightly.

So he wouldn’t fall from the cliff of despair.

His soft cheek slowly touched near her eyes.

His cheek was cold as ice and wet with tears.

She couldn’t tell if those tears were Olivier’s or her own.

Olivier whispered.

“No. Don’t try to push me away with such words.”

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry….”

At a distance where their lips almost touched, Olivier said.

“One last, one last chance. Tell me you love me.”

Enduring the pain that felt like her heart was being carved out, Radis said.

“No, Olivier. I don’t love you.”

He closed his eyes in pain. The strength left his arms.

Radis slowly escaped his embrace and stepped back.

Olivier placed his hand on his chest and said.

“What should I do?”

“Olivier….”

“Like this, causing me this much pain, yet I absolutely cannot hate you.”

Olivier said in a self-deprecating tone.

“That man, Eve Russel, did he know this far? That I could never hurt you?”

“….”

His beautiful face was wet with tears, sparkling silver under the moonlight.

A sorrowful smile appeared on Olivier’s lips.

“You’ll regret it. No one can love you as desperately as I do.”

To such a him, Radis could no longer say anything.

Olivier smiled gently and said.

“I’ll wait.”

He turned around and began to walk.

His steps were so heavy he looked exactly like someone walking through deep swamp.

Watching Olivier’s retreating figure, Radis covered her mouth.

Lest any escaped crying sound might catch his staggering steps.

She covered her mouth with both hands with all her strength.

Words she couldn’t voice swirled in her mouth.

‘For me too, for me too it was like that. When we first met, I was so miserable I thought it would be better to die. Actually always, not missing a single day. But because you told me to have courage, I was able to not give up….’

Tears flowed down between her fingers like raindrops.

‘You were in such pain too. That’s how you could do it. You could give candy to twelve-year-old me.’

When Olivier’s figure completely disappeared from view, Radis slowly sat down in that spot.

It hurt as if some part of her body had been carved out.

She realized she had rejected something beyond his confession.

Radis thought she understood why they had been so intensely drawn to each other.

They were people who had countless times traced their own wounds in unhappiness.

Before they even became familiar with each other’s faces, they would have recognized the shape of wounds carved into each other’s souls.

Because the shape of those wounds was surprisingly similar, they might have hoped each other would be their salvation while looking at those familiar wound shapes.

But deficiency cannot be filled with deficiency.

Even if similar-shaped wounds are pressed together, only emptiness would find its way there.

Radis recalled something Meriel had once said.

‘Sometimes the person closest to you can give you the greatest wound. That’s sad but a wound that’s hard to heal. It’s not a matter of when it heals, but whether I can become strong enough to continue living with that wound.’

Like her words, this was a matter of whether she could continue living with that wound.

Pity and sympathy couldn’t embrace someone so wounded.

He needed someone strong who would never let go of his hand.

And that wasn’t her.

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