Chapter 135 - Enchanted Masquerade Night Part 5

Setsura's thoughts about her own weight were quickly dismissed by Akito, who said he was joking. She sulked about it and ate the food by herself. But, right afterward - he kissed her. So she forgave him. 'What a simple person.'

After eating their meal, the two of them looked around the place. This festival resembled a carnival almost, with all the different buildings doing activities too. Akito told her to stay put, but then Setsura saw a building that caught her eye, so she made her way over. The line for it was not long, so she eventually arrived at the front.

The more a person struggles, the deeper they will fall.

That's the fragility of human beings.

'The person you are waiting for is alive. Not exactly alive as in being able to move around. But he's in a state similar to being in a coma.'

Katakura felt the need to tell her.

A part of her had already known that guy was alive. But she did not want to admit that she didn't want to. Because she was finally taking a step forward, she was afraid that if she admitted it and searched and found it to be true, then she would revert backwards.

Just when she fell in love with another person.

Ro change, to become strong. To do that, she has to move forward to a future without him. Yet even now nothing has changed at all, she is still a weak person.

'Rather than stay in the hospital, his family moved him to your old house in the mountains.'

A house in the middle of the mountains and a place that has remained untouched for years. Dust on the furniture, and the place has had no source of light for the longest time. Setsura's gaze fell on the building before her that was being used for the next event. 'It resembles this one.'

She makes her way inside, down the hallway,

Until she stops at the bas.e.m.e.nt door.

. . Humans are fragile.

There is no human out there who is completely strong. We all feel hurt, love, anger, confusion, and sadness. We all feel so many different emotions. But for some people, there are those who feel a particular type of emotion more.

With her and that person even though there was love, the pain and sadness took over. Setsura opened the door to the room and saw a large ice coffin in the center. But there was nobody inside.

Setsura raised her hand, and a bright glow emerged from her fingertips. She closed her eyes, 'Katakura said to do this.' But Setsura wasn't sure she knew what was happening. When Setsura opened her eyes, she saw an image appear in the ice coffin. An image of a man ...

Ah...

Is this..

Setsura collapsed on the ground. Even though, even though she heard about it and felt it. To see you again like this, to see you like this... It's too cruel. Why? Is it because of her, could it be that even now the one who is tying you down to this world is her?

She wanted to do it, you know? To move forward. To properly move forward in a world without you. Her thoughts broke when she hears a clattering sound behind her.

"You really are stalking me, aren't you?"

"You should be honored. You have a pretty handsome stalker. Besides, why are you crying? You finally get to see the face of your beloved."

"Idiot. Idiot. Just let me cry." Setsura sobbed.

Why did he do something like this?

Akito laughs, "Haa, you're already crying... "

Gee this idiot. He shouldn't have followed her out here. Setsura turned around to face him, tears desperately falling from her eyes.

Akito stood there, his kind and gentle eyes, those soft lips that had brushed against hers so many times before. Setsura extended her hand up and ran her fingers through his spiky black hair. She pressed his body against her own and felt his warmth. Akito's arms wrapped around her waist.

"It's alright, Setsura. I'm right here. I'm sorry, I thought you'd like this surprise. I consulted with Lyra.."

This gave her the shock of her life. "I know, I may sound like a hypocrite. But please let me cry. I think I do miss him. I can't remember his face, and even though you just showed me. I feel like it's already slipping from my memory. I miss him though, I've missed him for so long."

Saying the words she has desperately held back. All the emotions she has been holding back. "I thought it was okay, already. To take that step forward, to stop grieving his death because I noticed how sad I was making those around me. I wanted to live a life without him, and I did. I did for a long time. For a long time, the only one I thought about was him. However, after I spent more time here. I knew that I could no longer keep up this illusion."

It's painful, living a life without that person and even the path she chose, to move forward. Loving Akito is painful. She loves him so much to the point that she's afraid. Afraid that one day he will leave her. It's painful, her chest hurts. It feels like she is being swallowed up in water. She can't breathe.

Setsura tugged on his shirt and tried to take deep breaths. But each time she did, the pain swelled up. Her breathing became incredibly unsteady. "Setsura? What's wrong?" Akito asked, noticing something was wrong.

"Akito. Save me."

Save her; she can't take it anymore.

"Setsura, it'll be all right. It'll be all right. You don't have to be so afraid."

"I'm dying, I will die."

"You won't die. I won't let you die." He lightly pinches her nose so the air could come in before his lips were on hers.

…...

It took her a few minutes to calm down, even then, Setsura felt awful.

"Are you really alright now?" Akito asked as he finished clearing up the bench in the corner. Setsura immediately sat down. It wasn't the comfiest chair, but it would do, although it would be better for them to head back now. It's true she still feels slightly sluggish. The main dance event would start in an hour and a half. It would take them 20 minutes or so to get down from here. It's alright; they should be able to make it.

"Slightly. But I should rest for a bit," Setsura nodded.

"Lyra informed me about your attacks already. He didn't give me enough details, but you're getting them because of your emotions, aren't you?" Akito said as he sat down on the bench beside her.

"Yes." she trails off, "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. People these days carry around so much stress."

"So much stress, huh?" Setsura murmured. If only it were that simple.

"I'm not making light of your feelings. I understand Setsura, were in a world where many things stir our emotions. People like us are more delicate than other people."

"You don't think I'm strange?"

Akito brushed his lips against hers, "Even if you were, I'd love everything about you. Nothing will change."

But she dislikes it — this weak version of her.