Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 60

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Chapter 60

That was the sound of a door breaking.

Wood tore apart.

The air from inside the room rushed out.

It mixed with the cold air.

My body flinched.

My shoulders jumped.

My heart pounded.

My chest rang loudly.

When your heart beats, your breath wavers.

My breath tried to grow longer.

I made my breathing shorter.

I forcibly cut it off.

Yurahel came down.

His body fell rapidly.

His eyes widened greatly.

White eyes rolled upward.

He knelt and pressed one hand into the snow.

His hand sank deep.

Then he immediately tried to grab my wrist.

His hand moved urgently.

I quickly pulled my hand away and said.

I pulled my body back.

“Don’t grab me.”

Yurahel looked at me.

His eyes shook greatly.

“Sorry.”

He said in a low voice.

His breath mixed in.

Sorry isn’t necessary.

I shook my head.

Briefly left and right.

“Not sorry.”

“Then?”

Yurahel asked briefly. His breathing wasn’t steady yet.

I answered immediately. Without hesitation.

“Come to my side!”

My voice was small but firm. It didn’t scatter and stuck together.

Yurahel nodded and stood beside me.

He stepped through the snow and came closer. His foot pressed into the snow. It sank deep with a soft thud.

His breath wavered thinly beside me.

Silver light flickered again from his wrist.

Flicker, flicker. It jumped like a pulse.

The snow reflected it, making it brighter. It stood out more in the darkness.

I scooped up snow with my fingertips and covered Yurahel’s wrist.

My hand dug into the snow. Cold particles entered between my fingernails.

I gripped it small and pulled it up again.

Snow is water.

Water suppresses marks.

I believe that.

I pressed firmly with my fingertips. I rubbed it.

The cold spread over his skin.

Yurahel exhaled a long breath.

His breath stretched long. White vapor spread to the side.

The silver light became a little dimmer.

The light grew thinner. The flickering slowed.

I didn’t miss that dimness.

I gathered more snow. I covered it again.

“Good.”

I said. Definitely.

Yurahel laughed quietly.

It was laughter mixed with breath.

That laughter was awkward.

His mouth was smiling but his eyes weren’t.

Awkward laughter is similar to crying.

I hated that similarity so I avoided his eyes. I dropped my gaze downward.

The moment Lermiel came down, light flashed from inside the window.

It suddenly burst in the darkness. White light filled the inside of the glass.

It was the light of holy power.

Cold and sharp light.

The priest had entered the room.

I instinctively lowered my body.

I moved before thinking.

I crouched in the snow.

I made my body as small as possible.

White snow covered my head. It fell over my shoulders.

My breath was blocked. My nose was pressed down.

I covered my mouth with my hand.

I pressed my mouth with my palm.

I held my breath.

When you hold your breath, your ears grow bigger.

Sounds become clearer.

The priest’s voice came from above.

It fell coldly.

“They escaped.”

That voice was low but clear.

It came down precisely through the air.

It meant he was looking outside the window.

My heart sank.

My chest collapsed once greatly.

My footprints left in the snow came to mind.

Short feet, deep traces.

Footprints are a path.

Paths get caught.

I bit my lips hard.

My teeth touched. It felt like blood would come.

Blood is a scent.

The scent of the undead could become stronger.

I didn’t bite harder.

I released my mouth and clenched my hands instead. My fingers dug inward.

Demian came down last from above.

His body fell quietly. The rope swayed slightly.

He held the rope and came down quietly, landing on the snow.

Thud. There was almost no sound.

The snow swallowed the sound.

Winter is quiet. Quiet things are good for hiding.

He immediately looked up at the window.

His head turned up quickly.

Light flickered inside the window.

The shadow of the priest approaching the window was visible.

Long, thin, and unbroken.

Demian grabbed my shoulder.

His hand came down.

His hand was warm.

It felt even warmer in the cold air.

I didn’t dislike that warmth.

When you don’t dislike something, your heart wavers.

The inside loosens.

I endured the wavering.

Demian spoke in a low voice.

He barely mixed in his breath.

“Erasing footprints.”

He raised his hand and scattered frost.

White energy spread.

The frost swept over the snow.

The footprints became blurred.

The deeply carved marks gradually pressed down.

The snow became smooth again. The traces disappeared.

At that moment, the priest’s face appeared in the window.

It emerged from the darkness. It was attached behind the light.

An eerie gaze was rolling around looking for us.

His eyes didn’t stop.

Slowly, but surely scanning.

I stopped breathing.

My chest hardened as if it had stopped.

The priest’s eyes came toward me for a moment.

I don’t know if he saw me exactly.

There’s distance, and snow, and darkness.

But the back of my neck became cold.

My skin reacted immediately.

I felt that coldness was the answer.

He knows me.

He smells my scent.

I said to myself.

Firmly.

‘Then farther away.’

Demian pointed in a direction with his hand.

His fingertip pointed toward the darkness.

It was toward the Winter Forest.

Black trees stood there.

Shadows stretched long over the snow.

Wind shook the tree branches.

Rustling, rustling sounds came.

Black things are scary, but forests hide.

They overlap and conceal.

Hiding is what’s needed now.

Even though I’m four years old, I know that.

Yurahel whispered next to me.

His breath was very close.

“Rumel, are you okay?”

I didn’t like hearing it because he seemed to keep seeing me as weak. But strangely, I was also glad he asked.

No one at the Research Institute asked if I was okay.

I answered briefly.

“I’m okay.”

It wasn’t a lie.

It hurts, but I’m alive.

Even though my chest stings and my legs tremble, my breath continues.

If you’re alive, you’re okay.

That’s what I learned.

The problem is what comes next.

Not now, but next.

The priest extended his hand out the window.

His hand emerged from between long sleeves.

Light spread from his fingertips.

Holy power stretched over the snow.

An invisible line came down long.

The snow sparkled for a moment and melted away.

The white stuff went out like water.

It seemed the footprints would be revealed again.

Demian immediately scattered more frost.

His hand moved quickly.

White energy covered the snow.

Holy power and frost collided.

They collided in the air.

White steam rose.

Hazy stuff went up.

Smells mixed.

It was a cold, stinging, unknowable smell.

I hated that smell so much that tears welled up.

My eyes got wet on their own.

I swallowed the tears.

I opened my eyes wide and didn’t blink.

If you cry, you freeze.

If you freeze, you can’t move.

I have to move.

If I stop now, it’s over.

Demian spoke.

He cut it short.

“We run.”

I nodded my head.

My body responded faster than my thoughts.

When you’re four years old, running tears your breath apart.

Your chest starts hurting quickly.

But still I run.

I can’t stop.

Yurahel stuck close to my side.

His feet moved in the same rhythm as mine.

I could hear his breathing nearby.

Lermiel followed behind, catching his breath.

His steps were a little slow.

His gait was unsteady.

His feet kept slipping on the snow.

I gritted my teeth inside.

My jaw hardened.

If he falls, I’ll catch him.

I’m first.

I’m No. 1.

I’ll catch him.

I won’t let go.

We ran into the forest, trampling the snow.

Our feet pressed deep into the snow.

The sounds of thump, thump continued.

Behind us came the sound of a window slamming open.

It was the sound of wood breaking.

It was the sound of the priest coming outside.

The air changed.

I felt like my breath would cut off, but I kept running.

My chest tightened.

The white night chased after us.

Snow kept falling.

It piled up again over our footprints.

The forest was black.

It was black because of all the trees.

Layered and even darker.

Even with the falling snow, it was black.

The black things stood out more between the white.

Black things are scary.

You can’t see the end.

But it’s better than the black things at the Research Institute.

The black things at the Research Institute are doors.

Things that close.

Things that block.

The black things here are trees.

Things that stand.

Things that sway.

Trees are alive.

They move in the wind.

Living things sometimes hide me.

They overlap and conceal.

I ran with my mouth tightly shut because I felt like my breath would tear apart.

Air was trapped inside my mouth.

White breath leaked out and scattered at the tip of my nose.

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