Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 49

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Chapter 49

 

Small hands were gripping the cloth tightly.

 

I gently pried those hands away as I spoke.

 

I loosened them slowly without using force.

 

“I’ll be right back.”

 

My chest ached a little, afraid that those words might become a lie.

 

Something stabbed inside.

 

But right now, there was no choice.

 

If I stopped, it would be even later.

 

Demian opened the door.

 

The door opened soundlessly.

 

He didn’t carry me, just held my hand.

 

His hand wrapped around mine firmly.

 

I was grateful for that.

 

Being carried would be comfortable, but comfort makes you slow.

 

If you’re slow, you miss things.

 

I walked quickly.

 

With my short legs, walking quickly was almost like running.

 

The floor rushed past behind me.

 

My breathing became labored, but I didn’t stop.

 

My chest rose and fell rapidly.

 

Lermiel cleared the path ahead.

 

He moved first through the darkness.

 

He was quiet even in the darkness.

 

There was almost no sound from his footsteps.

 

Being quiet is strong.

 

That’s what I thought.

 

The soundless side lasts longer.

 

The corridor leading to the window was the same one I’d seen during the day.

 

The columns and windows were in the same places.

 

During the day, there was lots of light so everything was visible, but at night it looked different.

 

As the light diminished, the shapes changed.

 

The columns seemed thicker, the windows more distant.

 

The spaces between looked longer.

 

I asked in a small voice.

 

I barely parted my lips.

 

“Yurahel, is he there.”

 

Demian answered.

 

His gaze remained fixed ahead.

 

“There’s a presence. His breathing hasn’t stopped.”

 

Lermiel added.

 

It was a quiet voice.

 

“And there’s another presence too. It’s not just one.”

 

I drew in a breath.

 

The inside of my nose stung coldly.

 

Another presence.

 

He wasn’t alone.

 

The scent of the mark became clear again.

 

It spread thinly through the air.

 

My nose tingled.

 

Inside, it rang with a sharp ache.

 

That scent was like water, but water you wouldn’t want to drink.

 

A scent that made your mouth reject it.

 

As we got closer to the window, the sound of wind grew louder.

 

Air pushed in from outside.

 

The glass window vibrated very faintly.

 

A thin trembling sound.

 

That sound made my heart beat faster.

 

Inside, it pounded with a thump.

 

Yurahel was standing in front of the window.

 

The same spot I’d seen during the day.

 

Same position, same direction.

 

He had really kept his promise.

 

He had guarded that spot.

 

But his posture was strange.

 

His body stood upright, but his fingertips trembled.

 

They shook faintly.

 

And his gaze was looking at empty air.

 

He wasn’t looking ahead.

 

Seeing that, I immediately knew.

 

It wasn’t too late, but it had begun.

 

The mark had begun.

 

I opened my mouth.

 

Breath came out first.

 

“Yurahel.”

 

The sound came out briefly.

 

Yurahel turned his head.

 

The movement was slow.

 

His eyes couldn’t see me.

 

It seemed like he was looking at me, but he looked past me.

 

His gaze flowed behind me.

 

Those eyes were so empty that my throat closed up.

 

Inside, everything was completely blocked.

 

When a four-year-old’s throat gets blocked, tears immediately rise up.

 

My eyes grew hot.

 

I bit down hard on my teeth.

 

My mouth closed.

 

Don’t cry.

 

I said to myself.

 

Firmly.

 

If you cry, you’ll be late.

 

Demian took a step forward.

 

His foot landed decisively.

 

“Yurahel.”

 

He called the name in a low voice.

 

Yurahel laughed quietly.

 

The corners of his mouth lifted in a way that wasn’t gentle.

 

That smile wasn’t Yurahel’s smile.

 

It wasn’t a familiar shape.

 

From that smile came more of the water scent.

 

spread thickly.

 

Yurahel spoke.

 

His voice was a little different.

 

“You’ve come.”

 

His way of speaking was different.

 

Yurahel doesn’t usually speak like this.

 

The words stuck together strangely.

 

I swallowed my breath and asked.

 

I spoke with a dry throat.

 

“Who are you.”

 

The corners of Yurahel’s mouth went up.

 

They rose more clearly.

 

“Who could I be.”

 

I clenched my hands tightly.

 

My palms curled inward.

 

My hands are small.

 

There isn’t much I can do with small hands.

 

But I know one thing.

 

The mark is water.

 

Water can be wiped away.

 

I grabbed Demian’s hand and pulled.

 

I dragged his hand hard.

 

“Water.”

 

Demian looked into my eyes.

 

Our eyes met directly.

 

I spoke breathlessly.

 

My mouth moved quickly.

 

“Wash it off.”

 

Lermiel immediately scanned the surroundings.

 

His gaze moved rapidly.

 

“There’s no water. There’s none in this section.”

 

I shook my head.

 

Firmly.

 

“There is.”

 

I pointed at the window.

 

My finger stretched out straight.

 

“Outside.”

 

Outside is snow.

 

Snow is water.

 

Yurahel took a step toward the window.

 

His foot slid across the floor as it moved.

 

He grabbed the window handle.

 

His hand touched the metal.

 

The wind blew more fiercely.

 

Air rushed in through the gaps.

 

At that moment I knew.

 

This isn’t a motion to open it.

 

He’s trying to open the window and jump.

 

His body leaned toward the outside.

 

I screamed.

 

My throat opened first.

 

“Don’t do it.”

 

A high voice shakes the heart.

 

It tears through the air and enters.

 

Yurahel’s hand hesitated.

 

Just for a moment.

 

The movement stopped.

 

That moment was time for us.

 

Demian tried to grab Yurahel’s wrist.

 

His hand shot out quickly.

 

But Yurahel’s body twisted and slipped away.

 

His joints bent strangely.

 

The mark moved.

 

Not like a person, but like a string being pulled.

 

An invisible line pulled him.

 

I gasped for breath.

 

My chest heaved in short bursts.

 

When a four-year-old sees such a scene, the body freezes first.

 

The legs stop.

 

If you freeze, you can’t move.

 

I forcibly bent and straightened my knees.

 

I moved my joints by force.

 

Move.

 

I pushed myself from inside.

 

I pulled it out from within.

 

Yurahel opened the window.

 

The metal rang briefly.

 

Cold wind struck my face.

 

My breath stopped once.

 

Snowflakes came in.

 

Small white dots scattered.

 

I looked at those snowflakes.

 

They fell slowly through the air.

 

Small water.

 

I ran forward.

 

My feet pushed hard against the floor.

 

My feet slipped.

 

The floor was wet.

 

Still, I stretched out both hands.

 

I threw my body forward.

 

I grabbed Yurahel’s hem.

 

My fingers clutched the fabric.

 

My hands are small, so I could only grab a handful of his hem.

 

The fabric slipped in my hands.

 

But I held on.

 

I put in more strength.

 

I spoke as if screaming.

 

It came out as if my throat was being scratched.

 

“Don’t fall.”

 

Yurahel’s body shook once.

 

And those eyes turned toward me very slightly.

 

The focus returned just a little.

 

I didn’t miss that subtlety.

 

I caught that moment.

 

Then Lermiel reached out from the opposite side of Yurahel to close the window.

 

His hand moved toward the window frame.

 

A silver dot flashed at Yurahel’s fingertips.

 

Light sparked briefly.

 

The mark came alive and moved.

 

It wavered as the dot spread.

 

Lermiel’s hand hesitated.

 

His fingertips stopped in mid-air.

 

His fingers trembled.

 

Very slightly, but clearly.

 

I saw that trembling, and my heart sank.

 

Something inside dropped with a thud.

 

The mark doesn’t catch just one person.

 

It catches everything it can.

 

It follows whatever it touches.

 

I drew in a breath.

 

Cold air stabbed at my chest.

 

Tonight was the beginning.

 

Not the end, but the start.

 

And since I’m four years old, beginnings are the scariest.

 

Not being able to see ahead is more frightening.

 

Still, I didn’t let go of his hand.

 

* * *

 

My hand trembled while clutching Yurahel’s clothes.

 

My fingers were stiff.

 

The wind was strong, making my arm shake along with it.

 

Even my shoulders shook.

 

Snowflakes stuck to my face.

 

They touched my cheeks coldly.

 

Cold.

 

When it’s cold, my mind becomes clear.

 

The hazy things get pushed away.

 

I leaned into that coldness.

 

I held onto the coldness.

 

Yurahel leaned his body further over the window sill.

 

His center of gravity shifted outside.

 

That movement wasn’t human movement.

 

It wasn’t about maintaining balance.

 

It felt like a pushing force was pulling from behind.

 

An invisible hand pushed at his back.

 

I gritted my teeth.

 

My jaw clenched tight.

 

“No.”

 

My voice came out high-pitched.

 

It cut through the wind.

 

Yurahel’s pupils shook greatly once.

 

That trembling was brief, but it was a trace of the real Yurahel briefly emerging.

 

As if pushed out from inside for a moment, his eyes brushed against me.

 

I didn’t miss that gap.

 

I had to grab onto even the smallest opening.

 

“Yurahel, look at me!”

 

My voice went out mixed with the wind.

 

Yurahel’s gaze tried to pass through my face but got caught again.

 

His focus was flowing but got caught once.

 

His lips moved.

 

They slowly opened and closed.

 

“Get lost.”

 

The words were rough.

 

It wasn’t the way Yurahel usually spoke.

 

I drew in a breath.

 

My chest rose quickly.

 

When a four-year-old gets angry, tears come up first.

 

When tears come up, the throat gets hot.

 

When it gets hot, words don’t come out well.

 

I swallowed the tears and spoke more simply.

 

I spoke in short, easy words.

 

“You’re hurt. You shouldn’t be hurt!”

 

The silver dot flashed again from inside Yurahel’s wrist.

 

Light jumped like a pulse.

 

Thump, thump, as if cutting off.

 

Each time that light jumped, Yurahel’s body moved further outside the window.

 

As if being pulled backward.

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