Chapter 40 – Again, Reunion (1)
It is the end of the year, the time when the night that covers the sky is longer than the bright sun. Even though it is a small mountain village, it is full of expectations for the end of the year and the upcoming New Year.
Little children who have never shown this level of maturity throughout the year, and adults who have not had a windy day to take care of such children gather in front of a warm fireplace and talk.
The young lady and the young man who whispered love to each other enjoy meeting in secret, avoiding the eyes of the villagers. Holding each other’s hands and leaning on each other, looking at the village covered in white snow, we promise a new future that may be in the following year.
It was a winter where fathers hoped for a more prosperous next year, mothers hoped for a safe and healthy New Year, and children hoped to grow up quickly and reach an age where they could drink alcohol in the corner of the warehouse.
However, a small two-story brick house a short distance from the village entrance, with a faded door that was once bright red, was spending a different winter than other places.
A single dining table was scattered in the kitchen behind a faded door. The brown-haired woman sitting in front of him chews on the gloomy emotion that has settled in her butt.
Depressed.
She lifts her head, leaving her tousled brown hair out. It was freezing cold in the kitchen with no lights on, but Mason doesn’t care. She was a woman who had been through worse situations than this many times.
This was nothing compared to the time she had been running away from people for over three full years. Rather, Mason now was living a very comfortable life compared to what she had enjoyed.
Mason looked at the rather heavy pouch on one side of her table. The farm’s last paycheck of the year, which jingled cheerfully when shaken.
It was an excessive amount of coins that a farm worker could never receive.
If Isabella hadn’t written her hand, there’d be no reason for me to pay that much.
Mason thought so and blew her breath on her cold fingertips. The white mist of her breath, clearly visible in her eyes, only indicated how cold it was in her house.
With that money, I could have bought several piles of firewood to heat the room right away. She had enough money in her hands to buy precious wine to warm her body, and enough money to buy sumptuous meals that would keep her family full for days.
The money kept piling up on Mason, who neither did nor knew how to do it, but she never spent it.
Mason raised his empty eyes and looked across her table.
A seat for Mason’s other brother, which has been vacant for quite some time now.
Even the food she made tasted better day by day, when she returned home, the brightly lit kitchen lights shimmered.
‘Come on.’
A soft, warm voice lingered vaguely in his ears, and Mason smiled slightly. She remembered her awkward but clumsy way of conveying her sincerity, and the smile that gradually lifted the shadows.
And soon, I miss her so much.
Mason bowed her head and cupped her hair.
“I should have pretended not to know.”
She had to endure No, it wasn’t tolerated, it was her misunderstanding. Surely it will. All of the words she whispered saying that she loved you must have been a misunderstanding. She blames herself for being stupid, she misunderstood her feelings, and by distancing herself from her, made her scare her.
“… I, I was stupid.”
No wonder Cyanna ran away from her. It was only natural for her to be disgusted with herself because she had misunderstood her own way, and because she had judged her feelings. Of course she must have been a fairy to help Isabella. I shouldn’t have done that.
Mason felt a tingling sensation in her fingertips for the moment and came to his senses. Her fingernails, which had been short and neat in her old days, had become rugged and full of scars. Fresh drops of blood were forming in her wound, from which the new goose had just torn.
Mason continued to push himself. She blames herself for doing something wrong. She says she went to Isabella because she made Sianna uncomfortable.
However, if Isabella struggles to rationalize herself.
A beautiful, birdlike voice quietly pierced her heart.
‘Does Mason really love me?’
A conversation I had with Isabella and Sianna. The sincerity of Sianna, whom she met as an enemy of others, completely denies her Mason rationalization.
What of her is her own fault and her own mistake. She knew all too well that she hadn’t done anything wrong with her. It was all because of her Shiana.
Because Siana loved herself.
Mason takes her forehead to her cold table. I hope the cold table will calm her exploding mind.
Love.
Mason opens her eyes as he grabs her thumping head. She still thinks of her in the pitch-black darkness.
She also loved Siana. No, it would have been the right expression to say that she still loved her.
A few days ago, there wasn’t an inch of lies in her confession she had to make in front of Isabella.
It was to the extent that Saint Sianna seemed to exist only to receive her love.
A look that puts a smile of admiration on the lips of the beholder. A soft smile that always hangs on your lips. A good heart and a godly faith.
Mason couldn’t stop the chain of her thoughts going on and on. A stream of her memories takes her back to her past. She saw Cianna, who always had a bright smile and spoke kindly. Even though she was young, what did Mason think when he saw her as a mature and mature woman?
Rather, I don’t think I had any thoughts at the time.
The most noble being of the Order. She remembered her troubles with the safety and security of her personal life, and the tension she had with the thought that if she did anything wrong, she would be in trouble.
But sometimes, the smile on her lips at her childlike innocence was because she looked exactly like her little brother left in her hometown.
As she began to break down inside her, Mason began to care more about her Shiana.
She took on the role of her protector more than anyone else, because she couldn’t help being stepped on in her eyes, her sore finger and the shadow of her guilt towards her brother. To alleviate her suffering, she lifted a little more weight, and spent the night with her eyes open so that she could sleep comfortably.
From the time her Sianna couldn’t stand it and started shifting all her responsibilities and hardships to her others, Mason couldn’t leave her even though he knew she would eat him up.
Even though she hears her ridiculous accusations every day, she sees herself not leaving Sianna’s side. She wonders if she sympathizes with herself as a victim herself.
Even while she eventually persuaded her to come down to her hometown with her, her only concern was hers. Even though she knew that she was overdoing herself, she pushed herself forward, whether or not she had forced her own thoughts on her too much, whether or not she would be able to adapt well to her hometown.
Although she always pretended to give to Shiana, she was perhaps the most selfish of hers.
At first, she regretted her actions. Her heart skipped a beat when she left a scar on Isabella’s cheek. Now, if Isabella, who was the most powerful person in the village, felt displeased, she did not know what her life would be like in the future.
However, with Isabella’s help, she also relieved her disappointment a little at Sianna’s gradual efforts. It must have been because of that that the taste of the awkward stew she ate that day remained as a particularly warm and delicious memory.
Seeing her getting along with Isabella and Becky along with her gradually brightening appearance, I was able to relieve the burden of her big heart on her sister. When Mason heard that day, she was sorry, thank you, and that she loved her from Sianna, she knew very well how dejected she felt.
By the time she gradually felt that her place in Mason, not as the lingering attachment to her younger brother, but as her Shiana itself, had grown unknowingly.
-Only to Isabella, on the subject of living together…
She heard the rant for unknown reasons, and from that day on, her relationship took a turn for the worst. No matter how much she thought about it herself, she couldn’t figure out the reason, so Mason’s worries deepened, and the silence grew longer. One day, she suddenly cut off her conversation with herself and started to stay at Isabella’s house.
And then, Mason turned her away.
Why didn’t I think of quitting her Isabella. If she had come out even a little stronger, wouldn’t she have been able to talk to Shiana again? If she had even forced herself to go in and find Shiana…
On that day, how could she not see Sianna with her sad smile as if she had given up on everything?
I was already cracked and sick, but couldn’t I start again at risk?
There is a saying that it is foolish to mourn and regret over spilled milk.
If it was all the same to the person who spilled the milk.
Who can take offense at the person who spilled the milk and call it stupid?
– Knock Knock Knock
Mason looked up at her in surprise. The moment she pondered whether she heard her hallucinations, she heard a knock on her door again.
– Smart smart
The sound followed a little faster in succession. No one came to this place at this late hour.
Except for one person.
Mason spurred her and ran to her door. She felt a tingling sensation on her shin as it hit the table leg, and her chair rolled across the floor, but she and Mason didn’t have time to feel it.
If only I could see Siana again.
If I could start over
The moment Mason grabbed the doorknob and opened her door as if to rip it off.
A cold wind from outside came into the house in an instant. It wasn’t much different from the temperature inside the house, so Mason didn’t react much, but she thought it was quite a surprise to the visitor.
“What, I asked why the lights were off, didn’t you turn on the stove too?”
It wasn’t the person she hoped for, but it was a voice she longed for.
The woman’s voice was full of grunt as she trembled as she tucked the front edge of the shawl around her shoulders. As she took off the bonnet on her head, a strand of brown hair came into her field of vision.
It was a very familiar color. As if she was looking at herself in her mirror.
“What is it, Isabella said that she would help her sister, and she even made her promise to me, but did her sister refuse? Sister really stupid- sister?”
The woman’s outpouring of questions suddenly stops, and her face is filled with embarrassment.
“Are you crying right now?”
Mason said nothing. She just hugs the woman in front of her door, hoping that the cold body she feels in her arms will fill her cold and empty body.
She buried her face in her clothes and inhaled the smell of the wind outside deep into her lungs.
All that came out of her was hot regret and longing, which became lingering and soaked the embarrassed young lady’s shoulders.
A little girl who needed her family who didn’t even see her off when she left.
Before she knew it, she grew up so fast that she cried and became her daughter.
