Cecilia was left alone again.
Is it really over now?
It was a time when she was standing in a dark space, not knowing where to go or what to do.
“...”
A faint ray of light appeared beneath her feet. It seemed to be pointing in one direction as if showing her the way. Cecilia began to follow the light as if she was possessed.
The road continued on and on. However, the road that was thought to be straight suddenly became a bumpy dirt road, a grass field. Cecilia walked along the road with bare feet.
"Here..."
The place she arrived at was a familiar one. Cecilia stared blankly at her own gravestone, pale and exposed under the moonlight.
The gravestone with the year of birth and death and the name engraved on it was smooth. The surrounding area was also neatly maintained.
“Why here.”
Cecilia muttered with a slight frown. Even if He were a god, showing her own grave at the end would be a rather strange taste.
It was then that the sound of dirt and grass being trampled was heard from somewhere. Cecilia looked back.
“Eden.”
It was Eden. Eden, with a somewhat tired expression, passed Cecilia without responding to the voice calling him. It seemed as if he couldn't see Cecilia standing in front of him. Eden soon arrived in front of the tombstone.
“...”
Eden, who had been quietly looking down at Cecilia's tombstone, bent one knee.
“Cecilia Lane Wyatt.”
And he ran his finger over the name written on the headstone: Cecilia Lane Wyatt. There was a thick layer of dirt on his white gloves, but Eden didn't care.
“Are you comfortable now?”
He was just asking a question, knowing that there would be no answer from the already dead woman.
“After leaving everything behind like that, are you at ease now?”
Eden chuckled. Cecilia watched from behind and bit her lip. This was also a life after death that she had not seen.
The moment when Eden, who was left alone after losing everyone around him, went to find Cecilia and tried to recall his memories.
“It’s strange.”
Eden muttered. The blue moonlight fell comfortingly on his light brown hair. And it hovered warmly beside him as if stroking his head.
“I still don’t feel sad about your death.”
Cecilia, who was listening to Eden's confession, quietly blinked her eyes. She thought it was fortunate that Eden had lost his emotions at that time.
“I don’t particularly feel bad about losing.”
If not, if he had held onto his emotions as the Empress Dowager had wished, she would not have been able to bear her own death.
"However..."
Eden stopped talking. Cecilia quietly walked over and stood next to Eden. Then she looked down at him.
“I keep thinking about it.”
Her heart sank.
“It’s strange.”
Eden muttered. He was smiling faintly as he spoke. It didn't seem to have much to do with sadness.
“When I think of you, all I can think of is the memory of you loving me so much that I couldn’t stand it.”
However, Eden's breathing was a little ragged. Rubbing his chest with his large hand seemed suffocating.
“I just feel uncomfortable because I can’t feel that feeling anymore.”
Eden raised his head and gazed meaninglessly into space.
“Why do I keep thinking about it?”
A cluster of pale roses was in full bloom nearby. It was because Eden, remembering that Cecilia loved roses, had ordered the area to be landscaped.
“...”
Eden quietly got up, straightened his knees, and walked over to the bushes, breaking off a rose stem. He didn't even notice the slight bleeding on his finger where the thorn had pricked it.
“I guess it’s a habit.”
Eden returned to the location of Cecilia's gravestone and answered his own question.
“Just consider it as a habit, follow it as a habit, think of it as a habit...”
Eden, who was looking down at the lonely broken rose in his hand, suddenly touched the floor with his large hand. Cecilia didn't know what he was going to do, so she just opened her eyes wide.
At that moment, Eden lay down on the edge of Cecilia's gravestone. On the filthy floor, the Emperor of a country.
"Perhaps."
Cecilia knelt quietly and followed him to the floor, not caring if her dress was wrinkled.
Because she felt like this was really going to be the last time. If that was true, then she really wanted to take in his face as much as she could during the last moment.
“Is this longing?”
Eden quietly muttered. Cecilia quietly lowered her eyes. Thinking about what he had realized at the end of his last life, this must also be love, but he couldn't say it. He probably wouldn't hear it anyway, but he still couldn't say it.
“It’s nothing.”
So Cecilia answered his question like that. She didn't want to make him realize that his heart was love. She hoped that in this life, Eden would lose his emotions and not be sad like before.
“I was nothing, and what you feel now is nothing.”
It's just something that will pass like the wind. Cecilia whispered as she locked eyes with Eden. Even though he clearly couldn't see her, Eden stared intently into Cecilia's eyes as if he sensed something.
“So don’t be sad this time either.”
“...”
“Everything will be okay.”
Cecilia said that and smiled.
“Thank you for the gift. This is for me, so I’ll take it.”
Cecilia put her hand on the rose that Eden was holding. At that moment, Eden's face crumpled as if he was sad.
“...!”
At the same time, the petals began to turn red as if they were soaked in blood. With a rustling sound, the tombstone began to crack and erode unsightly. Cecilia's eyes widened in surprise.
<There is no set life, and it is natural for life to change depending on choices.>
The figure that had been forming a circle with the unfamiliar voice, and the background of the rose bushes flowing behind her, began to split like a broken plate.
"Your Majesty!"
Suddenly the maid screamed.
“Her Majesty the Empress just moved her hand!”
Eden quickly raised his body from where he was leaning against Cecilia. He then looked down at his wife in his arms.
“...”
Eden felt his senses tense, trying to sense even the slightest movement of Cecilia's chest or the slightest sound of her breathing. It was a moment when a very short moment felt like an eternity.
Cecilia let out a very faint breath.
“Cecilia?”
Eden grabbed Cecilia's face with one hand and, as if trying to keep his wife conscious, called her name several times to get her attention.
“Cecilia, open your eyes.”
And he begged her to please open her eyes. He didn't want to be left alone like this.
“...”
At that moment, Cecilia's eyelashes fluttered weakly. Eden watched it without even being able to breathe.
And finally, green eyes appeared between the open eyes. The most beautiful thing in his world was staring back at him.
Eden couldn't move. He just stared blankly at Cecilia. He wondered if he was crazy and dreaming. He was also worried that his slight movements would shatter the dream.
"...Sorry."
But the moment he heard a voice barely whispering, everything became real again.
“Oh, Cecilia.”
He never knew that just breathing and staring at him could be so satisfying. Eden sighed and rested his forehead against Cecilia's.
Cecilia took a deep breath. Her dry lips moved again as if she was about to say something. Eden thought of Cecilia’s neck, which had been ruined by the blood she had just vomited.
"It's okay."
“...”
“I'm fine.”
So, Eden, who had raised his upper body, quickly stopped Cecilia's words and shook his head.
“I’m just grateful that you opened your eyes again. Nothing else matters.”
A sad light rose in Cecilia's eyes. However, Eden smiled brightly even with wet eyes. Everything he said was the unvarnished truth.
“When you wake up, everything will be okay.”
“...”
“Not too long. Just sleep a little, just a little bit, and wake up.”
The voice that was telling her was too affectionate. His lips touched her forehead gently. Cecilia nodded her head once with difficulty and closed her eyes. Even if she woke up like he said, everything would be okay now.
<My poor judge. There is no set life, and it is natural that life changes according to the choices made.>
Her consciousness slowly began to fade and she began to distance herself from the world.
<However, going against the law of causality is taboo. Those who dare to break that rule will be judged accordingly.>
The whispers of the Absolute Being who had sent Cecilia back to life, saying that the past that the Empress Dowager had forcibly brought back was by no means a gift, also began to fade into the unconscious.
Is it really over now?
It was a time when she was standing in a dark space, not knowing where to go or what to do.
“...”
A faint ray of light appeared beneath her feet. It seemed to be pointing in one direction as if showing her the way. Cecilia began to follow the light as if she was possessed.
The road continued on and on. However, the road that was thought to be straight suddenly became a bumpy dirt road, a grass field. Cecilia walked along the road with bare feet.
"Here..."
The place she arrived at was a familiar one. Cecilia stared blankly at her own gravestone, pale and exposed under the moonlight.
The gravestone with the year of birth and death and the name engraved on it was smooth. The surrounding area was also neatly maintained.
“Why here.”
Cecilia muttered with a slight frown. Even if He were a god, showing her own grave at the end would be a rather strange taste.
It was then that the sound of dirt and grass being trampled was heard from somewhere. Cecilia looked back.
“Eden.”
It was Eden. Eden, with a somewhat tired expression, passed Cecilia without responding to the voice calling him. It seemed as if he couldn't see Cecilia standing in front of him. Eden soon arrived in front of the tombstone.
“...”
Eden, who had been quietly looking down at Cecilia's tombstone, bent one knee.
“Cecilia Lane Wyatt.”
And he ran his finger over the name written on the headstone: Cecilia Lane Wyatt. There was a thick layer of dirt on his white gloves, but Eden didn't care.
“Are you comfortable now?”
He was just asking a question, knowing that there would be no answer from the already dead woman.
“After leaving everything behind like that, are you at ease now?”
Eden chuckled. Cecilia watched from behind and bit her lip. This was also a life after death that she had not seen.
The moment when Eden, who was left alone after losing everyone around him, went to find Cecilia and tried to recall his memories.
“It’s strange.”
Eden muttered. The blue moonlight fell comfortingly on his light brown hair. And it hovered warmly beside him as if stroking his head.
“I still don’t feel sad about your death.”
Cecilia, who was listening to Eden's confession, quietly blinked her eyes. She thought it was fortunate that Eden had lost his emotions at that time.
“I don’t particularly feel bad about losing.”
If not, if he had held onto his emotions as the Empress Dowager had wished, she would not have been able to bear her own death.
"However..."
Eden stopped talking. Cecilia quietly walked over and stood next to Eden. Then she looked down at him.
“I keep thinking about it.”
Her heart sank.
“It’s strange.”
Eden muttered. He was smiling faintly as he spoke. It didn't seem to have much to do with sadness.
“When I think of you, all I can think of is the memory of you loving me so much that I couldn’t stand it.”
However, Eden's breathing was a little ragged. Rubbing his chest with his large hand seemed suffocating.
“I just feel uncomfortable because I can’t feel that feeling anymore.”
Eden raised his head and gazed meaninglessly into space.
“Why do I keep thinking about it?”
A cluster of pale roses was in full bloom nearby. It was because Eden, remembering that Cecilia loved roses, had ordered the area to be landscaped.
“...”
Eden quietly got up, straightened his knees, and walked over to the bushes, breaking off a rose stem. He didn't even notice the slight bleeding on his finger where the thorn had pricked it.
“I guess it’s a habit.”
Eden returned to the location of Cecilia's gravestone and answered his own question.
“Just consider it as a habit, follow it as a habit, think of it as a habit...”
Eden, who was looking down at the lonely broken rose in his hand, suddenly touched the floor with his large hand. Cecilia didn't know what he was going to do, so she just opened her eyes wide.
At that moment, Eden lay down on the edge of Cecilia's gravestone. On the filthy floor, the Emperor of a country.
"Perhaps."
Cecilia knelt quietly and followed him to the floor, not caring if her dress was wrinkled.
Because she felt like this was really going to be the last time. If that was true, then she really wanted to take in his face as much as she could during the last moment.
“Is this longing?”
Eden quietly muttered. Cecilia quietly lowered her eyes. Thinking about what he had realized at the end of his last life, this must also be love, but he couldn't say it. He probably wouldn't hear it anyway, but he still couldn't say it.
“It’s nothing.”
So Cecilia answered his question like that. She didn't want to make him realize that his heart was love. She hoped that in this life, Eden would lose his emotions and not be sad like before.
“I was nothing, and what you feel now is nothing.”
It's just something that will pass like the wind. Cecilia whispered as she locked eyes with Eden. Even though he clearly couldn't see her, Eden stared intently into Cecilia's eyes as if he sensed something.
“So don’t be sad this time either.”
“...”
“Everything will be okay.”
Cecilia said that and smiled.
“Thank you for the gift. This is for me, so I’ll take it.”
Cecilia put her hand on the rose that Eden was holding. At that moment, Eden's face crumpled as if he was sad.
“...!”
At the same time, the petals began to turn red as if they were soaked in blood. With a rustling sound, the tombstone began to crack and erode unsightly. Cecilia's eyes widened in surprise.
<There is no set life, and it is natural for life to change depending on choices.>
The figure that had been forming a circle with the unfamiliar voice, and the background of the rose bushes flowing behind her, began to split like a broken plate.
***
"Your Majesty!"
Suddenly the maid screamed.
“Her Majesty the Empress just moved her hand!”
Eden quickly raised his body from where he was leaning against Cecilia. He then looked down at his wife in his arms.
“...”
Eden felt his senses tense, trying to sense even the slightest movement of Cecilia's chest or the slightest sound of her breathing. It was a moment when a very short moment felt like an eternity.
Cecilia let out a very faint breath.
“Cecilia?”
Eden grabbed Cecilia's face with one hand and, as if trying to keep his wife conscious, called her name several times to get her attention.
“Cecilia, open your eyes.”
And he begged her to please open her eyes. He didn't want to be left alone like this.
“...”
At that moment, Cecilia's eyelashes fluttered weakly. Eden watched it without even being able to breathe.
And finally, green eyes appeared between the open eyes. The most beautiful thing in his world was staring back at him.
Eden couldn't move. He just stared blankly at Cecilia. He wondered if he was crazy and dreaming. He was also worried that his slight movements would shatter the dream.
"...Sorry."
But the moment he heard a voice barely whispering, everything became real again.
“Oh, Cecilia.”
He never knew that just breathing and staring at him could be so satisfying. Eden sighed and rested his forehead against Cecilia's.
Cecilia took a deep breath. Her dry lips moved again as if she was about to say something. Eden thought of Cecilia’s neck, which had been ruined by the blood she had just vomited.
"It's okay."
“...”
“I'm fine.”
So, Eden, who had raised his upper body, quickly stopped Cecilia's words and shook his head.
“I’m just grateful that you opened your eyes again. Nothing else matters.”
A sad light rose in Cecilia's eyes. However, Eden smiled brightly even with wet eyes. Everything he said was the unvarnished truth.
“When you wake up, everything will be okay.”
“...”
“Not too long. Just sleep a little, just a little bit, and wake up.”
The voice that was telling her was too affectionate. His lips touched her forehead gently. Cecilia nodded her head once with difficulty and closed her eyes. Even if she woke up like he said, everything would be okay now.
<My poor judge. There is no set life, and it is natural that life changes according to the choices made.>
Her consciousness slowly began to fade and she began to distance herself from the world.
<However, going against the law of causality is taboo. Those who dare to break that rule will be judged accordingly.>
The whispers of the Absolute Being who had sent Cecilia back to life, saying that the past that the Empress Dowager had forcibly brought back was by no means a gift, also began to fade into the unconscious.
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