Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 67

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Chapter 67

One step into the corridor and the space immediately changed.

Blue crystal-like objects were embedded in the room’s walls.

They were embedded evenly along the wall surface.

The crystals continued at regular intervals.

Light came from the crystals.

It spread as if seeping out from within.

With the light, there was less darkness.

I could see the boundary between wall and floor.

When there’s less, breathing becomes a little easier.

My chest feels less blocked.

I wanted to take a deep breath but held back.

I didn’t deepen my breathing.

I kept it short and divided.

Demian raised his hand to stop us.

His palm went up.

“Wait here for a moment.”

A moment is short.

Not long.

Short is okay.

I nodded my head.

I stopped my feet.

Yurahel leaned against the wall and wrapped his wrist again.

His shoulder touched the wall.

His hand covered his wrist.

The silver spots were still alive.

The light hadn’t completely gone out.

Living marks keep beating.

They move even if just slightly.

If they beat, we’ll be caught.

I thought of the kettle.

The scene I saw in the cabin overlapped.

Warm water had pressed down the marks.

The light had settled.

But now there’s no water.

There’s no water I can use right away in my hands.

In places without water, my hands are useless.

What I can do becomes limited.

If you’re useless, you get thrown away.

I hate being useless.

I looked around.

I looked at the corners of the room first.

I scanned where the walls and floor met.

There was a small jar in the corner of the floor.

It was placed among other things.

It was stuck in the corner, not standing out.

A wooden stopper was plugged into the jar’s opening.

The stopper was firmly inserted.

I went to the jar.

I moved with short, broken steps.

The jar was bigger than my body.

It came up to my waist.

Still, I pulled at the stopper.

I hooked my fingers and applied force.

The stopper came out with a pop.

The trapped air escaped all at once.

It made a sound.

Short but loud.

My heart stopped.

My chest emptied for a moment.

Too loud.

The sound was too loud.

Demian’s gaze came to me like lightning.

His head turned quickly.

I opened my mouth.

It came out before I could think.

“Water!”

A high voice is childish.

The sound jumped upward.

Children sometimes get forgiven.

Not at the Research Institute though.

But here, maybe a little.

I gritted my teeth, trying not to cling to that possibility.

If you expect, you crumble.

There was water inside the jar.

The surface rippled.

It reflected light and sparkled thinly.

It was cold water.

No steam rose from it.

Cold water freezes hands more.

It cools the skin directly.

But water is water.

I put both hands into the jar.

I put my hands in deep.

Water rose up to my wrists.

The water was cold like ice.

My fingertips hurt immediately.

It felt like it reached my bones.

Even though it hurt, I didn’t pull my hands out.

I didn’t move.

When fingertips get cold, the mind becomes clear.

It doesn’t get cloudy.

When it’s clear, I can do it.

I went toward Yurahel with water on my hands.

Water dripped from my hands.

Small dots remained on the floor.

Yurahel looked at me and spoke.

His gaze came down.

“Cold.”

I nodded my head.

“Bear with it.”

Yurahel laughed quietly.

Only his lips moved.

That smile was less awkward this time.

I slowly spread the water on my hand over Yurahel’s wrist.

I pressed down so my hand wouldn’t shake.

I spread the moisture evenly.

The silver spots flinched briefly.

And right after, they settled down a little.

The speed at which the silver spread slowed.

When it settles, it becomes less visible.

The light doesn’t spread.

I exhaled.

I let it out in short bursts.

Yurahel exhaled long.

His chest fell greatly.

That long breath pressed the mark down further.

The light sank deeper inside.

I saw that and nodded silently.

I confirmed it without taking my hand away.

Lermiel approached beside me and spoke quietly.

He matched his steps to mine.

“Your hand hurts.”

I hated that those words were so right.

There was nothing wrong with them.

Right words touch the heart.

They touch directly inside.

When the heart is touched, tears come up.

The throat gets blocked.

I don’t cry.

I endure so I won’t cry.

So I lied.

I spoke briefly.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

Lermiel looked at me and asked.

His gaze came down.

“Really?”

His voice was soft.

It wrapped around softly.

Why does he keep speaking softly.

Is he originally like that.

I answered briefly.

“Really.”

When you lie, your throat gets dry.

The inside of your mouth dries up.

My throat is even drier.

Saliva wouldn’t go down.

Demian spoke low behind me.

The sound fell briefly.

“Rumel.”

That voice wasn’t soft.

It was firmly set.

When it’s not soft, tears come less.

The inside shakes less.

I liked that.

Demian looked at my hand and spoke.

His gaze stopped on the back of my hand.

“The skin is torn.”

The word torn is a painful word.

The sound is sharp.

I shook my head.

I hid my hand more.

“It’s fine.”

Demian asked.

“Really?”

I nodded.

Without stopping.

“It’s fine.”

I said the same thing twice.

Twice is the number of anxiety.

I clenched my hand into a fist to hide my anxiety.

The inside of my palm hurt more.

Iden examined one wall of the room.

His gaze moved along the wall.

He pressed a small groove next to the blue crystal.

His finger went into the groove.

The crystal’s light wavered briefly.

The grain of light shifted.

When light wavers, the path can waver too.

I tensed up.

My body stiffened.

Iden spoke.

His words continued low.

“From here, we go up.”

Up.

That word made my stomach a little warm.

The inside loosened slightly.

I hate down.

I hate paths that go down.

Up is good.

Breath opens.

Still, up is outside.

It’s the open side.

Outside, there are priests.

I became cold again.

My body stiffened again.

I asked while cold.

I opened my mouth small.

“When does it end?”

Iden looked at me and spoke.

His eyes came down straight.

“Just a little more.”

I don’t like a little.

It’s long.

But his eyes weren’t joking.

They didn’t waver.

I looked at those eyes and nodded my head.

I followed without words.

Demian gestured to us.

His hand moved forward.

“We go now.”

We entered the corridor again.

We left the room in a single line.

This time the corridor was stairs going up.

The steps continued evenly.

When stairs go up, breathing becomes a little easier.

My chest feels less blocked.

I climbed up one step, one step.

I carefully lifted my feet.

My legs trembled.

My strength didn’t last long.

Four-year-old legs shake quickly.

Knees easily wobble.

If they tremble, I might fall.

My body leans forward.

I touched the wall to avoid falling.

I stretched my hand to the side.

The wall was still wet, but the smell was a little less.

Moisture remained.

If it’s less, I can endure it.

I can hold my breath.

If I can endure it, I survive.

Then a very faint sound came from behind.

It passed by my ears.

The sound of stone scraping.

It was the sound of surfaces grinding.

The sound of holy power brushing through the air.

Something invisible passed by.

It means the priest came close to this path.

The back narrowed.

I drew in my breath.

I swallowed it short.

And I said inside.

‘Quickly.’

As I climbed up the stairs, the air changed.

The feeling touching my nose changed.

The smell of wet stone gradually moved away.

It was pushed backward.

Instead, the smell of wood mixed in thinly.

The smell of wood is forest.

Dry grain brushed the inside of my nose.

If it’s forest, I can hide.

I can hide my body between the trees.

If I can hide, I live.

With that thought, I lifted my foot one more step.

I stepped on the edge of the stair and pushed my body up.

My legs trembled.

My knees bent for a moment then straightened again.

Four-year-old legs shake quickly.

Strength doesn’t stick for long.

Still, I didn’t stop.

I didn’t lift my feet away.

If I stop, they follow from behind.

The gap narrows.

I don’t like behind.

I only looked ahead.

The sound of stone scraping came from behind again.

It was a thin sound brushing the wall.

Very far.

It was distant from where I am now.

Even so, the back of my neck noticed first.

My back reacted first.

I said inside.

‘Getting closer.’

My heart beat fast.

The inside of my chest rang hard.

When it beats fast, breathing becomes short.

When it’s short, it makes sound.

I shut my mouth tight.

I pressed my lips together.

When I shut my mouth, I breathe through my nose.

Breath goes up.

When I breathe through my nose, I smell more.

The incoming air becomes clearer.

A smell came in again.

It became a little clearer.

A scent like holy oil.

A sticky fragrance spread thinly.

A scent like a mark.

It was a smell that remained on the body.

The priest.

The priest was close.

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