About Your Pride and My Prejudice

The cold season came silently.

One day, I woke up strangely early, and I thought that the dim dawn light from outside the window was strangely white. I crept out of Alans arms in case he woke up and silently stepped onto the cold floor.

When I opened the curtain past the fireplace, which was faintly lit in the ashes that had disappeared overnight, I was so surprised that I covered my mouth with my hands.

Wow!

The vast garden had turned all white. It was not to the point of piling up, but I was happy with the unexpected luck. I heard that Lunoas climate is mild all year round, so its not easy to see snow.

At that moment, a warm warmth surrounded me from behind.

Ah!

Its the first snow.

Did you wake up because of me?

Alan, with his chin on my shoulder, looked out of the window for a moment in silence and buried his head. His murmuring whisper in a sleepy voice was cute.

A morning of the first snow with Alan. I became helplessly happy. Even this private peace will eventually fade with time, and the fact that it is just a moment will make me unbearably sad.

If so, I hope that I will remember it for as long as possible.

Some peaceful days followed like that. Alan returned home every evening. Even in this cold season, he always gives me a bouquet with moist water in my arms.

These days, Alan sometimes doesnt go to the office during the week. At first, I woke up in the morning, and I was surprised that he was still sleeping.

Maybe its the day of an important regular meeting? Hes already a young boss, but what if a snake-like executive secretly blames him? With that in mind, I was about to wake him up by slapping him on the back, but I was attacked by Alan, who got up quickly.

I cant breathe!

Alan said he cut back on work. So he can rest once or twice a week.

I didnt know he was the kind of person who could put things down. After he learned about his parents, I was worried that there might have been a change of heart in a bad way, but I was happy with the thought that the time we could spend together had increased.

In addition, Alan brought a tutor into the mansionat my earnest request to teach me the Lunoan language. The emptiness of the time without him became bigger and bigger, so I wanted to fill that emptiness with the excitement of learning new things.

It was quite interesting to stutter through the <The Fugitive> novel in Lunoan. It can be said that there is a unique tragic beauty and sophistication that cannot be felt in the translated version.

Of course, there were days when we fought too. Because we are so different people.

It was always a small argument, but there were times when we couldnt understand each other so we didnt talk all night.

The cause of the quarrel was largely trivial. At the very least, it wasnt something like each others past lovers.

For example, if I was crying while reading a sad book, he would come up to me and ask me about it, and then he would be irritated and say that he couldnt understand my tears.

Its an emotional luxury to cry after reading a made-up story.

Then I would say that we only live in the story anyway. Then I asked if we should castrate our emotions. If I, the character in the story, love you, is that also a luxury?

Well, it was all a stupid wastage battle. In the morning, he always apologized in a hoarse voice. Then I kissed him reluctantly, pretending to accept him. It has solidified like a promise to us.

We quarreled so often and sometimes raised our voices, but at some point I have never been to the annex. Although the corner of the garden overlooking from my room in the annex is also quite elegant.

At the end of November was Alans birthday. I heard about it from Butler William. The surprising fact was that it was the same day that Alan saved me from the cold snow.

Last year, there must have been enough people to fill Florin Boulevard to celebrate Alan Leopolds birthday. But he came to my rescue, refusing all the boisterous celebrations and merrymaking.

On the day he was given life, I also gained a new life because of him. What words and letters can convey this overwhelming feeling?

He sometimes called me the sea. At times like that, I would call him the wind. He was always the one who made waves in the sea.

After thinking about it all night, I decided to write a poem to celebrate Alans birthday. The last poem I wrote was a letter to him, which is already more than a year old.

I wrote him a second love poem.

I can see the wind,

Because the tingling wind with your face comes to me like a flickering star,

When you blow, Im hit with open arms without resistance,

At times like that, I often thought of death,

Although II never thought that there would be a sad or pitiful death in the world,

I will be smiling if my heart stops beating with your love,

Ill open the windows on winter nights so you dont wander,

What kind of face did you have?

Before they hurt you,

* * *

Melissa.

Alan looked dry at the dinner table, where a dreary candle was burning over the silver candlestick. I smiled indifferently.

What do you think?

At least I liked my poem. But Alan didnt seem to be.

You didnt have to celebrate my birthday.

What?

On the birthday of my beloved lover, the feeling of facing his way of speaking when he doesnt like something.

You know, were lovers, but isnt it polite to say thank you even if its just empty words? Its been almost a year since I wrote a poem. As a special gift for your birthday

It doesnt mean anything. Its just a date made up by the family.

Ha.

Cant you just say thank you and move on? I tried so hard. Theres no need to talk about uncomfortable things.

My heart pounded all day because you brought me to life the day you took your first breath. free webno vel

As soon as I moved my lips to say something, Alan continued.

Do you know youve changed?

.

Oddly enough, the words seemed to break my heart. Its nothing special, but my eyes suddenly blurred.

I pressed my eyebrows with force to stop the tears from flowing.

Why? Because the me, whose face turns red and couldnt even look into your eyes, no longer exists?

Ha, Melissa.

Shining moments are always short. Thats why I never stopped the time or emotion I spent with him.

Even if it was sweet enough to swallow in one bite, I put my nails in my soft palm and held it in. Just licking carefully and preciously, trying to last all our moments for a long time.

Do you think Im a disgrace? Because I dont look up at you like I did before?

But Alans cold words seemed to shatter all the hard work, the fragrant candy-like moments. Even my heart.

What are you talking about?

Am I the only one whos changed? You also said that everything I write is good!

A sudden surge of sadness came over me. I was as sad as the ashes in the stove. The soot that must have burned like heat someday, but now has been swept away. Tears flowed helplessly.

Im not good at talking unless its about work.

Alan swept his hair up frustratedly and rose to my side.

Still, listen.

A large hand approached carefully and wiped the tears from my cheeks. The thumb and the edge of the hand, then the back of the hand. It was quite meticulous and caring.

Come to think of it, the feeling of the black gloves he wore as a habit, touching my cheeks became so distant that I couldnt even remember from when. fr(e)ewebnov(e)l.com

I like the words and sentences you use. Everything. Your handwriting, too.

But whats wrong with you. Why are you doing this to me?.

Im sorry, Melissa. Im sorry.

Alan held my wet face in his hands, and I cried more and more because of his warm heart, but I hated him and didnt hug him.

It wasnt long that you said that my poems are good enough, heuk, to memorize.

Because you werent a poet who used the word death in a love letter.

Are you an idiot? You have to look at the whole thing, not the word itself.!

With a deep sigh, he put his chin on my shoulder. His pulse passed through my trembling shoulders.

Im the one who was greedy to have you by my side, and Im the one who made your novel disappear, so I have nothing to say. Still, I was worried that my crude self-righteousness might have ruined you.

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You used to only wear shiny things. You said you wanted to live a season that looked like me, Melissa.

He hugged me tighter and whispered. His voice trembled like a flickering candle.

Now I remind you of death?

.

What he said was partly true. From some point on, the love between him and me reminded me of death. Theres nothing more powerful than this love.

That cant be.

It was clearly me who was crying, but at some point I was comforting him.

Our love is indeed no different from that of children. Are you thinking the same as me? It reminded me that some fears are sometimes caused by too much love.

In the meantime, I was somehow relieved by his warmth, breathing quietly in my arms. His back was hugged by me without a tear stain, I cried and comforted him affectionately, as if I were going to use all the moisture in my body. It was such a strange and tender comfort.

So we were happy. We are just clumsy and young lovers who are so precious and lovely to each other. Even if I get lost in the dark, if Im with you, Ill be happy like a dream.

But life is a harsh journey, and misfortune always comes suddenly. It had only been a few days since the day we shared the warmth of tears.

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