Chapter 85 Beautiful tears (2)

Translator: SKAIS

Editor: Dict Groiler

It was after a while, when a moment finally presented itself to me. I quietly got up, and left the place, leaving behind the gathered noblemen prisoners in favor of the underground cells.

Once I arrived, I greeted the senior guard keeping watch, before going into the cells to see Ricdorian.

Its been a while, since we last saw each other. I muttered to myself. Its only been for a few days, weeks tops, not even years, but it felt a lot like it was more.

Every night and morning I thought about our next meeting. The more I thought about him, the more I could feel the distance between us, and the longer it seemed since we last saw each other.

Theres a pang in my chest whenever I think of him. I promised him before Id seen him after the meal, but I broke that promise. I kept it before, but I couldnt do it now. I dont even want to use the repairs as my excuse this time

I felt so much shame.

But the time for games was finally over, I must get to Ricdorian and help him out, though that did nothing to quell my guilt. I must apologize to him first the moment I see him again.

I looked up, filled with determination to make amends and succeed in my task.

But when I did, I stopped in my tracks and blinked in surprise.

In front of me was a boy, and he was unconscious.

Ricdorian? I whispered, hurrying to his side and dropped beside him.

Are you sleeping?

My first worry was that hed fainted so suddenly once more. Immediately, I placed a finger beneath his nose to assess his breathing. I gasped in surprise.

His breathing was normal.

Then that would mean hes just sleeping. Now that I think about it, its the first time I saw him sleep. Every time Id gone to visit him before, hed always be awake.

Even the first time we met, I had thought him asleep, but as soon as I got close, his eyes snapped open. Ricdorian had always been high strung, even to the point of paranoia. I was even surprised I could get this close to him to check if he was okay.

Hed possessed an incredibly good sense for danger, almost animalistic. Some of it I might be able to attribute to the abuse hed gone through, but he wasnt waking up. Not even when I was this close to him.

My fingers twitched when I looked at his hair.

I want to touch it.

And then I did.

I stifled in a gasp at the soft feel of his strands, soon enough I found myself rhythmically stroking his hair, caressing him to sleep gently as I watched over him.

I marvelled at its softness. Hed been in a cellar for some time now. How is it that it stayed this soft? It looked even smoother than last time Id seen him.

He moved slightly, which gave me pause.

I looked back into his face, but he was sound asleep. I dont want to risk waking him up.

Thats interesting. I muttered.

Suddenly, his face scrunched up, pupils moving beneath his eyelids, before fluttering open. He was blinking away the sleep and haze, focusing his sight. A slight crease formed between his brows the more he awoke

Huh? My hands stilled as I watched him open his eyes.

He rubbed his eyes blearily, and I noticed his nose was tinged in red. Most probably because hed been sleeping with an arm over his face

are you here? he mumbled. Hes so cute like this, and definitely bad for my heart. Soon, I resumed stroking his hair.

Yes, Im here.

this is my dream, too. he muttered softly.

Huh?

What was he talking about? My eyes were blinking as I was so curious.

Hey, what do you mean by that, hmm? What are you talking about?

Was he still half asleep after all?

I kept my eyes on him, and indeed, he still looked like he was sleeping. I narrowed my gaze, before my eyes widened in realization.

He looked like he needed a good nights sleep. He was looking like someone who hasnt slept well in days. Suddenly his hand snatched my wrist in a grip, his arms shaking like a leaf

You only ever appear in my dreams. he continued to mutter, I wont let you go, not here.

What? I watched him closely.

His eyes were slightly red from when hed rub it earlier. He was blinking his silver eyelashes rapidly, wiping something away

And then I saw it, when the light hit the teardrop.

He was tearing up, I watched as some trailed down his cheeks, down to his pale white neck

No, stop it Iana!

I berated myself for a moment in embarrassment!

Good thoughts only! Pure. Good. THOUGHTS!

I quickly shook the ever growing impurities out of my head. I would not cross that line.

Belatedly, I remembered that the basement cells didnt have any windows. And it was so dark inside. I wouldnt have been able to see anything at all if it wasnt for the torch that was lit up. He might have been able to distinguish night and day for a moment, but the days pass by in a blur after a while inside these cells.

His sense of time might be messed up, for all I knew, more time might have seemed to have gone by for him. He then began pulling at the hem of my sleeves

Dont go please

I just stared at him in confusion, and the more I stayed, the more I felt sorry for what he had to go through.

<I always keep my promises.>

I told him just as I was about to leave,

<So when I promise that Ill come back, I

will

come back.>

I did come back, but not at the promised time I told him I would. Furthermore, with the added repairs on the stairs, I had been delayed. And though I asked the guards to relay my message to him, it seemed now that it never reached him.

So had he been waiting all this time for me? How long? All night, half a day?

How long have you been waiting in such a dark place?

Its been a short while for me, but Ive forgotten things momentarily. However to him, it seemed my promise was everything. I bit my lower lip in frustration and shame, trying to stop them from quivering for him.

It was at that moment, Ricdorian looked up, and locked eyes with me.

Then I saw it. That beautiful tear sliding down his cheeks and dropping to the floor

Ttuk.

Ricdorian? I meekly called out

I he tried to say, but something else was threatening to spill from him aside from words

No, no, wait. I tried to hush him, so I reached out my hand, but its already late.

Another tear fell down. He hurriedly raised his hand to wipe the growing water spills away. But that only seemed to prompt them more into spilling out of his eyes

His body shook as he was racked with sobs, crying desperately to himself, heaving for a breath. I could do nothing else but watch him cry. It was mesmerizing, I didnt know Id find his tears so beautiful. He looked so beautiful when crying

Are you going to throw me away? Are you sick of me? he sobbed, which brought me out of my trance.

Huh?

Answer me, are you?

Ahhh.

I mumbled, finally realizing what he was asking of me.

No. I told him without an ounce of hesitation.

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