Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 83

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Chapter 83

The glass surface touched my hand.

The glass rang very softly.

A short sound spread inward.

Iden was wearing an apron.

The string tied around his waist was slightly tilted.

One string of the apron was slightly crooked.

The line wasn’t straight.

As soon as I noticed it, I wanted to say something.

My eyes caught it first.

If I say it, it feels like I win.

I become the person who saw it first.

“String crooked.”

I threw it out briefly.

Iden bent his waist and looked at me.

His gaze came down.

“Where.”

I pointed at his side.

My finger moved briefly.

“There.”

Iden smiled and straightened the string.

His hand moved quickly.

“Your eyes are the fastest today too.”

The words continued smoothly.

Being called fast is praise.

It stays briefly.

Praise is a shield.

It’s placed in front.

When I receive a shield, my shoulders straighten a little.

My body rises up.

Theodor came in dragging his fuzzy socks.

His toes scraped the floor.

The ends of his socks swept the floor, making a little dust fly.

Thin powder floated in the air.

I hate dust, but Theodor doesn’t know much about dust yet.

He doesn’t distinguish it.

I looked down at Theodor’s socks.

My gaze stuck to the floor.

Theodor followed my gaze to the floor, then shook his socks once.

He lifted his foot and shook it.

Shaking makes more fly.

The powder spreads more.

I narrowed my eyes.

My vision became narrow.

Theodor hesitated.

His movement was cut off.

Hesitating means I’m scary.

The signal is transmitted.

I hate being scary, but sometimes I need to pretend to be scary.

A line is created.

“Don’t do it.”

I pressed briefly.

Theodor stuck out his lips.

His expression changed immediately.

“Why?”

The word bounced lightly.

I

didn’t explain at length.

“Powder.”

I left it as one word.

Theodor nodded and lifted his feet to avoid dragging his socks.

His walking changed.

Lifting your feet makes walking a little funny.

The shape changes.

That funny walking was amusing, so I pressed down my laughter.

My mouth started to move then stopped.

Then Demian came in.

The door opened quietly.

Demian didn’t make much noise opening the door and entering.

The handle barely rang.

He always reduces sound.

His movements are small.

Reducing sound also reduces traces.

Less remains.

I like that method.

It feels comfortable.

Demian scanned the table then placed a small plate in front of me.

His gaze moved briefly.

On the plate, pieces of baked bread were neatly arranged.

The spacing was aligned.

That neatness was shaped like Demian.

It wasn’t disheveled.

Demian looked at my wrist once.

His gaze touched the bracelet.

The thread bracelet was visible.

A gray line remained thinly.

His eyes lingered briefly then passed by.

I picked up a piece of bread.

The texture touching my fingertips was light.

The edge of the bread was crispy.

The outside was thinly hardened.

Crispy things make sounds in your mouth.

Small sounds broke with each chew.

I hate sounds, but crispy sounds were okay.

They cut off briefly and didn’t remain.

That sound isn’t an attacking sound, but an eating sound.

It didn’t bounce outside.

Eating sounds are living sounds.

They came into my body.

The door opened quietly.

The handle barely made a sound.

Lermiel came in.

Footsteps continued softly.

Today he had tied his hair a bit more neatly.

There were almost no scattered parts.

It seemed like it would shake less even if I got close.

It looked like the shape wouldn’t get disheveled.

Lermiel didn’t sit across from me, but sat in the seat next to me.

The chair moved close to my side.

The side is less far.

The distance is short.

When it’s less far, my heart shrinks less.

The inside tightens less.

I was chewing bread when I spoke quietly.

I reduced the sound inside my mouth.

“Side.”

Lermiel looked toward me.

Our gazes met directly.

“Yeah.”

Yeah is short and soft.

The ending was round.

When it’s soft, my insides loosen a little.

My chest came down.

Iden placed a small wooden box in the center of the table.

The sound of his hand setting down the box was quiet.

The box had a lid made of multiple layers.

The layers were stacked one after another.

When there are many layers, there are many things.

The inside is deep.

When there’s a lot, it’s treasure.

There’s something hidden.

When Iden opened the box, small pouches came out from inside.

Cloth unfolded as it layered.

The pouches were made of cloth, each tied with different colored thread.

The colors were slightly different.

When thread is tied, it reminds me of the bracelet on my wrist.

The same shape continued.

I unconsciously touched my bracelet once.

My finger moved along the thread.

Iden spoke.

His voice came down softly.

“Today is storage practice.”

Storage is similar to hiding.

You put it inside and close it.

I’m good at hiding.

My body knows first.

I nodded my head.

Theodor immediately asked.

The words jumped out right away.

“What.”

Iden handed me one pouch.

It rested on my palm.

The pouch was gray.

It didn’t reflect much light.

Gray doesn’t stand out.

It blends with the surroundings.

I liked that pouch.

It fit comfortably in my hand.

Iden took out a handful of small wooden pieces.

Several scattered on his hand.

Various patterns were carved on the wooden pieces.

Lines were carved into the surface.

There were snowflakes, stars, wolves, small crowns, and shapes that looked like bird footprints.

Each shape was different.

The bird footprints looked like magpie tracks.

They were lines spreading in three directions.

Magpies make a lot of noise.

The sound lingers for a long time.

But footprints don’t make sound.

They’re shapes left on the ground.

Footprints are traces.

If you see them, they follow you.

Traces are scary, but today is practice.

It’s time with rules.

Practice hurts less even if you fail.

The ending is weak.

Iden stated the rules.

His words continued clearly.

“Put only your own pattern in your own pouch.”

Your own thing.

A boundary was drawn.

Those words struck my heart.

The inside rang briefly.

If it’s your own thing, it won’t be taken away.

It won’t go outside.

I placed my pouch on the table and spread my palm.

My hand faced upward.

My palm was still a bit stiff, but bearable even without gloves.

The sensation remained intact.

Theodor picked up a crown piece.

His hand moved quickly.

The crown wasn’t shiny but made of wood, so it looked less dangerous.

The light wasn’t strong.

Theodor tried to put it in my pouch.

His hand came toward me.

I closed the pouch opening with my hand.

The opening was immediately blocked.

The cloth folded.

Theodor stopped.

His movement was cut off.

I quickly said.

“Not mine!”

“Then what’s yours”

The words followed immediately.

I picked up a snowflake piece.

I slipped it thinly between my fingers.

The snowflake was something I made.

The shape started from my hands.

I spoke quietly.

I lowered my voice.

“This.”

Theodor stared intently at the snowflake piece, then picked up a star piece.

His gaze lingered for a moment.

“Then I’m the star.”

The star seemed like Lermiel’s.

Yesterday’s light came to mind.

I glanced at Lermiel.

I didn’t let my gaze linger long.

Lermiel was holding a star piece.

His hand moved quietly.

He looked at Theodor, then looked at me.

His gaze turned once.

And he spoke very slowly.

His words didn’t break off.

“You are the snowflake.”

Those words made my chest feel light.

The inside lifted then came down.

When it becomes light, breathing becomes easier.

Air came in.

We each started putting pieces in our pockets.

Hands moved quickly.

The wooden pieces weren’t cold.

Warmth remained in them.

When they’re not cold, hands flinch less.

Movement doesn’t get interrupted.

I gathered three snowflake pieces and put them in my pocket.

The fabric bulged inward.

The pocket became a little swollen.

The shape changed.

When it’s swollen, it feels like my things have increased.

The inside gets filled.

When it increases, it feels reassuring.

Empty spaces decrease.

Theodor tried to put too many stars in and his pocket string came undone.

The knot loosened and the opening gaped.

When it comes undone, things spill out.

Pieces came out.

When they spill, you have to pick them up.

They scatter on the floor.

When you pick them up, your knees hurt.

Your body gets lowered.

Theodor crouched down on the floor and picked up the star pieces.

His hand fumbled along the floor.

That sight looked like a small bird sitting on snow.

His body curled up round.

Seeing that made me want to laugh for a moment.

My mouth tried to move.

Theodor looked at me.

His eyes came up immediately.

“Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing.”

I made my face as stiff as possible.

I hardened my expression.

When it’s stiff, you don’t get caught.

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