Chapter 59 – Sister’s Empty Seat (3)
Jerk, jerk.
Relying on the light of a single candle, Mason and Lucia proceeded in silence.
“Be careful.”
Except for the occasional word to be careful of the stone beak, there was only the sound of water falling on the stalactites and the sound of footsteps.
There was no need to talk because we both knew where our next destination was.
Inside the cave, a wide space that exists a little deeper. Compared to other places, it has a flat floor and enough space for four young children to sit comfortably and spend time.
When I was young, saying go to a cave was like saying let’s play there.
“Here.”
How long did it take, Lucia said quietly, breaking her silence.
“Already?”
In the old days, it was a place where they went as if they were adventurous, but now it felt like they arrived too quickly for the two of them who had grown up.
As at the entrance, what once felt sufficient was large enough for two adults to lie down on. Lucia moved the candle around and looked around.
“Yeah, right here. Look at that.”
Where she pointed, pictures similar to the graffiti she had seen before were painted here and there. Mason also noticed this and laughed softly.
“I played a lot here.”
A place of memories where we stood candles lit by matches, chatted with each other, and spent time doing role-playing, as children usually do.
“Uh! There he is.”
As Lucia moved with a small admiration, Mason turned her head there as well. Where Lucia walked, there was a small basket. A picnic basket with a cover that looks quite old and crumpled.
“Is this still there?”
Mason recalled something she had forgotten, she said. Since it was a place she came to play so often, she even left her own blankets and mats and came here to play.
The exterior of the basket Lucia had brought looked so far away that it was difficult to see that it had been a long time. I tilted my head for a moment at how good it looked except for a little bit of dust –
“Kyaaaaah!”
Lucia’s deafening scream as she opened the cover with a bright expression on her face, the light that fell below her and soon went out. Basket with a whisk.
Mason seemed to know why she was screaming.
No matter how neat the exterior looked, bugs in the cave would have already settled in the old basket.
“Ugh! Creepy!”
At the sound of Lucia’s voice shaking her body, Mason couldn’t hold back her laughter that erupted at the moment.
Haha!”
It was a bright, cool laugh. She is so much the same as Lucia was when she was a child, reacting to the bugs she’s already become accustomed to from her hard life.
“Unnie, is this funny?!”
At Lucia’s slightly angry words, Mason tried to stop her laughter, but she couldn’t help it. She reached out into the darkness to find her Lucia, killing her leaking laughter.
“Hmm, sorry. She did it because she was suddenly funny.”
Mason thought pleasantly as he gently hugged her soft body wrapped around her arms.
There are things that haven’t changed yet, so I’m so glad.
“Oh, aren’t you afraid? Really?”
Mason comforted her, listening to her bewilderment and chills in her voice. Contrary to her words, she comforted her body, which was still shaking from her shock.
After catching her breath for a moment, Lucia slipped out of her arms and groped her floor for a candle, and soon the two were able to find the light again.
“… Are you still laughing?”
It was Lucia’s sharp point, but Mason was able to ignore it as he picked up her hurriedly dropped basket. She took out what was inside and fluttered away, dust falling away.
“Is this a bit too big to sit on the floor?”
When Lucia spoke in a teasing tone, the candle shook violently.
“Gwa, it’s okay! I’m just surprised for a second It’s not like I have myopia or anything like that…”
After hearing her Lucia’s answer, Lucia returned with her mat and blankets and prepared her. She was discolored and smelled of musty dust, but the more she prepared, the more perfume she felt.
Mason, who soon finished her preparations, lay down on her mat and blanket. The cold cave floor pierced the blanket and transmitted chills to her, but she was able to bear it. Soon after, Lucia carefully rolled over her blanket and lay down next to her.
In the past, there was a space where everyone could sit together and play, but now the two sisters had to stick together to lie down.
For Lucia lying next to her, I could feel the rugged walls of the cave as soon as I moved to her side.
The feeling of rubbing the fabric that can be felt even with the slightest movement. The candle Lucia had set up far away from her swayed and illuminated the cave.
You can feel each other’s presence next to you, all you can hear is the sound of water droplets hitting the floor and each other’s breathing.
Mason groped her darkness and took Lucia’s hand, and Lucia clasped her hand as she entered.
“Were you very surprised?”
“… Little.”
When Mason asks, unable to hide her smile, Lucia answers with a little bolmen. Mason felt a warm feeling. It was thanks to her that I thought of her as a child, not the grown-up she I felt the day I saw Lucia again.
“Sorry for teasing you.”
Mason looked up at her ceiling, she said. Is it because of the atmosphere created by the dark space? She felt that the shame she had felt all day had completely disappeared.
“No.”
Lucia turns her body towards herself and lies down. Each movement was conveyed intact, and the small space began to feel cozy.
It was Lucia who broke the silence that had quietly settled in her.
“Sister.”
“Huh?”
“Was it very difficult?”
Although much was hidden in the dark, Mason sensed her eyes were on him.
Mason couldn’t easily answer her question. Thinking of what she should look like as her older sister and at the same time, she was particularly hectic last year.
But she didn’t have to insist on pretending to be normal right here and in front of Lucia.
“… It was hard.”
She was the only one outside of her party who knew what she had been through with her Shiana and why he had brought her to her hometown.
Yesterday she shuddered at how the lingering feelings she had built up and refused to face came out.
“Sorry.”
“What.”
“I’m the only one who knows how and how hard my sister was, but she was so angry.”
“You apologized in the morning. Are you okay.”
“… Really?”
At Lucia’s question she asked again, Mason turned to face her and lay down. In a small space, the two were so close. The touch of each other’s tangled hair, the sound of breathing, even in a dark space,
To the extent that we feel that we are looking at each other.
When Mason didn’t open her mouth, Lucia moved.
She released her hand that held her in her pod, and tugged at her even closer to her, not her.
To the extent that I could feel the weight on her body and felt the warmth of her body.
Feeling the strength of her arms on her back.
“It’s not okay.”
Her sister hugged her sister and whispered in her ear. He touches her ear to tickle her sweet voice.
Mason’s body trembled slightly. Because her vision is blocked, her five senses are more sensitive.
“Sister. My sister who suffered.”
Her hand patted her back, whispering softly.
“Are you okay.”
The whispering voice stopped for a moment, and a small sound came in my ear.
Side.
The soft touch of your ear, the sound of your breath filling the gap as your lips move away from the flesh they met.
Maybe it was because it was a cave that was dark and blocked from sight.
Lucia’s presence was more comforting than ever.
Her senses were sharper than ever,
Feelings of shame or rejection were all the more paler.
“Are you okay.”
Lucia whispered and patted her sister on the back.
False whispers, consolation dotted with hypocrisy.
A stone tower built to satisfy my self-interest.
She didn’t mean anything to herself, no, she was a woman who only interfered with her relationship with Lucia. She was the one who made her give Sianna all the love Isabella deserved.
If only this woman hadn’t been rambunctious.
If she hadn’t reflected herself on some useless whore of God.
I would have lived a perfect life.
Lucia’s hand, which had been tapping her for a long time, faded. The sound of even breathing felt in her arms, slower and more regular than before.
Leaving her sleeping sister in her arms, Lucia smiled inconsolably.
She clearly remembered the broken image of her Sianna she had brought back. She who bites her own body to bleed, to torment, to provoke, to wound her own body.
Seruk-
Lucia reached out and ran her hand across Mason’s back. She felt the smooth curves of her body pass through, and she was still lost in her thoughts.
Miss you.
To see her crumble in front of Isabella as soon as possible, like the prostitute she brought.
She left herself here alone, and returned here unable to abandon her own substitute.
While she was dumbfounded and couldn’t manage that easy woman and was taken away by Isabella.
She’s that pitiful man who struggles to hold on to herself somehow.
What kind of expression would you make if you realized that it was meaningless in the first place?
In an instant, there was a slight tingling pain in my chest.
Lucia, flinching, groped her breasts with one of her hands, but she didn’t catch any stones or thorns.
It’s a strange thing.
She tilted her head for a moment, but soon forgot about it, and Lucia also closed her eyes and asked her to take a nap.
Imagining that the woman in her arms was Isabella made her sleep much better.
