How to Live With a Broken Saint 86

Chapter 86 – No Return (3)

The first thing Mason felt when he opened the room was the cold.

Of course, since it was a room located underground, it was natural that it was cool unlike places on the ground, but it was clear that it was not simply the coolness given by the location of the room.

The inside was too tidy. The wallpaper was painted all white, the ceiling was high compared to other rooms, and even the marble on the floor was a consistent white color without any pattern.

“… Then, I’m done.”

The voice of Germaine came from behind, but Mason did not respond. He also didn’t want a reply, so only the sound of the door closing quietly and the sound of his footsteps receding very lightly gave us an idea that Germaine had left.

Mason moved on his steps.

Tumble- Tumble-

The sound of her footsteps echoed through the high ceiling and wide space. Past the front door, and into the passage that turned to the right, she felt that her breath was choking and choking.

What contributed the most to her frustration was the banquet of white that continued like the entrance.

The lights that illuminate the room did not help to evoke the atmosphere. The closer the light source is, the clearer the white color of the wallpaper fades into gray until it catches the light of the nearest light.

The repetition of lights installed at morbidly even intervals, gray placed between distinct white colors, and the shadows of the lights swaying above them continued.

This wasn’t a room. Rather, the emphasis on symmetry close to obsession, the high ceiling, and the structure of the long room reminded me of an audience room I had seen in the past.

A room designed to inspire awe and respect.

No matter where I looked, I didn’t even think of it as a residential space where people live.

Did Isabella decorate her room like this?

Then why?

What kind of existence is Siana to Isabella?

With that thought in mind, Mason’s entire body stiffened as he turned his gaze to the far end of the room.

Inside the room, in the deepest part, was a wide platform. On top of a platform raised from the ground by a staircase with two ledges, there was a bed as white as the wallpaper.

And a white duvet slightly protruding over the white bed. The reason I noticed that the pile of blankets wasn’t just a messy futon was because I could see the small protruding tip of a toe underneath.

Mason’s gaze stayed there for a while.

Foolishly, even though I made up my mind over and over again.

Her steps froze again. She did not move as if she had sewn her shoes to the floor with a needle.

If Cianna is sleeping, should she be woken up?

What if Cianna hates me?

What if Isabella told Ciana her story about me and Lucia, and she said, what if Cianna despises me?

Questions kept popping up in my head, but they were all useless questions. Her consciousness was reflexively diverted to other concerns, to mask what she really feared.

Deepest in her mind was her awareness of herself.

The fact that she fulfilled her responsibility to take care of her livelihood, but left all her emotional stability to Isabella.

Relying solely on her childhood memories with Isabella, the fact that she was unaware of how twisted she was.

The fact that she didn’t notice when Sianna needed me with all her heart.

She was harsh self-abuse, and she was clearly aware of it. Everything was working with Isabella’s cunning device, and if it wasn’t for her, everyone wouldn’t be so broken.

But even so, she couldn’t help but hold herself accountable.

If I had been a little more for you, if only I had been a little more careful.

All you have to do is follow this passage and approach Siana.

Her passage seemed farther away than any mortification she had ever gone through.

Cold.

Suddenly, she became aware of the air here again, and her body trembled. She chilled She pierced her skin more than any winter wind she had ever suffered, more sharply pierced her lungs than the breath she took in in the dead of winter, and the weighty stifle of some hot summer.

The mind that is getting far away, the inside that feels like vomiting.

And a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

In her parched mouth, the name that caught on every time she tried to call it out loud lingered in her mouth.

Siana.

Siana.

– What are you hesitating about?

At that moment, a voice rang in her head. I intuitively recognized that it was Siana’s, to be exact, the voice of the vision she had seen before.

– He said he was sorry.

A welcome voice whispered. Mason nodded her head involuntarily, even though she knew she was hallucinating.

-I told you to wait a bit.

The hallucination continued in a slow, soft voice.

– He said he would save me.

It felt like a mixture of longing and warmth, as if to give a little boost.

Then, Mason’s body was pushed forward as if something was pushing her.

Her feet, which she didn’t even think to move, came off the floor so lightly as if they were glued together.

Like a newborn wild beast taking its first step, the precarious stumble slowly but surely became a gait.

Soon, the pace quickly sped up and crossed the aisle in the room.

The speed of passing the light shadows cast over the wallpaper increased, and soon the sound of feet kicking the ground was heard throughout the room.

It was only when she reached the front of the bed that she crossed the chin of her platform that could be seen in the distance in just one step, that she stopped and caught her breath.

It was harder than ever to calm down, and even though her breathing wasn’t like her heart,

Swallowing the feeling that her cough would fill up at any second, she looked at the figure lying curled up on the bed.

Gray hair.

Pure white and clear skin.

Straight eyelashes.

Straight nose.

Under the sunken philtrum, pale pink lips.

“… Haha.”

A small laugh came out of her mouth. A laugh close to what was elicited by the cracked voice. It was a smile mixed with tension and worry, and more than that, relief.

“…”

What to say

How to reassure you

How can I give you back my lost trust.

I thought about it for a long time, a few days and a few days.

Mason’s mind went completely white, to the extent that he couldn’t even remember anything.

She tried to move her lips, but her voice betrayed her will.

Her hand, which tried to stroke her hair, frightened her and lost her way, wandering through the air.

But her eyes continued to search Siana’s figure. She was a little more bony than she had remembered, but her beauty hadn’t faded at all.

A thin, straight neck.

Her concave collarbone was not covered by the pure white blanket.

And, the red wrist soaked in the white blanket-

Mason’s hand hurriedly dug into the blanket. She grabbed the cool, slender wrist in her hand and pulled it out of the blanket with force.

The wound on her left wrist was more hideous and gruesome than she remembered.

A wound that was torn, scabbed, and forcibly torn after being healed.

There was still a little bit of blood that hadn’t dried, and an ominous red color left a mark on the pure white blanket that didn’t seem to allow the invasion of any color.

“Yes… “

The sound of her moaning in her pain terrified Mason, and he let go of Cianna’s wrist and took a few steps behind her.

Rustle-

When her grip was gone, her arms fell back onto her bed, and soon she removed the blanket that had covered her master.

The nerves from the wound on her wrist are instantly focused on the movements on the bed. The hand, which had removed the blanket as if it were cramped, slowly raised her body to the bed.

“… It hurts…”

A deep sleepy voice.

It wasn’t an hallucination, it was the voice she longed to hear again.

My head was thumping like crazy, as if a heartbeat was happening in my head.

What came into my rigid vision was a small face gently wrapped in tangled gray hair.

And, the jade-colored eyes that once contained affection and bitter sorrow.

Mason’s strong grip on her wrist seemed to be uncomfortable, as she touched her left wrist with her other hand and her drowsy green eyes moved back and forth.

Soon, he stays with Mason, who is slumped on the floor.

Her eyes widen slightly as if in surprise, and her pink lips part slightly.

“… Mason.”

A locked voice comes out of her mouth. Was she still unable to wake up from her slumber, or had she not accepted the presence in front of her eyes?

Cyana looked confused, and Mason wanted to reassure her.

That she really is here.

Siana.

But once again her body betrays her. Despite all the things she had to say and the mountains of sorry she wanted to tell her ex, she couldn’t.

The moment Sianna slowly got off the bed, she could see each one clearly. She was wearing a white gown. Combined with the unrealistic view of the room, she seemed divine.

Stepping down to the podium in her bare feet, she came up to the fallen Mason and crouched down with her legs together.

“… Mason.”

She seemed exhausted, and gave a smile that showed off her tiredness. There were shadows under her eyes that she hadn’t noticed before, and her jade-colored eyes were a hazy green.

“… Are you here to pick me up?”

Seeing her gaze that seemed to fade at any moment, Mason searched for her God for the first time in a long time.

If this child is pitiful in your eyes, please help me.

Please.

To give this child an answer.

Mason briefly said her prayer, then opened her mouth.

“… Huh,”

While Mason said that, he reached out and brushed Cianna’s cheek with her hand. She became more bony than before, and when she felt the cool temperature, she forced herself to hold back her cracking voice.

“Sorry for being so late.”

Cianna stretched her body over her, knelt down on her mason, and did hug her.

I could clearly feel her small body type, her skinny body more than before. The beating of her heart reached Mason.

“… Are you okay.”

Sianna’s voice was calm, but her hands, which held her tightly, were trembling.

“… I miss you.”

Cianna buried her face in her shoulder and murmured softly.

“Me too.”

Mason also comforted her and tried to calm her trembling body.

“… It was a terrible nightmare.”

“… Me too.”

“… I was counting on you to come.”

“… Thank you for trusting me.”

Mason’s words, which seemed to prove that her numerous worries were unfounded, made Mason feel sorry and compassion for her. She tried to steal a tear from her eyes as she hugged her and spoke to her.

Something catches her eye and catches her gaze.

Cyana’s straight neck. A bunch of dots on it.

No.

It was a mark

Injection marks.

“This is the first time Mason has come…”

Her voice was muffled. Mason looked at Cianna’s face once more, pulling her away slightly from her struggle.

The pupils in both eyes were awkwardly dilated. The mumbling voice now realizes that it was too calm for the situation.

“… And it looks real. Good. It’s warm…”

She smiles unnaturally and murmurs horribly.

“… If you painfully scratch her wrist, you can see Mason…”

Then, in his arms, he rubs her head like a cat would.

The cloth that touched her left wrist had an unpleasant feeling as if it were sticking to her skin.