Chapter 65 [Bonus ]Mira's Sadness And Madness - Last Part



"Young master, have you really left?" Mira muttered blankly.

"But didn't he promise?" She whispered, clinging to a glimmer of hope.

"Is this just a dream?" Mira continued to mutter in disbelief.

Zoe, witnessing this, couldn't help but cry harder, embracing Mira tightly.

"I understand!"

"I understand!"

"But this is our reality, Miss Mira," Zoe shouted with a distressed expression.

"You have to find a way to accept it."

Zoe, while sobbing and struggling for words, comforted Mira, who still wore a vacant expression.

Upon hearing this, Mira couldn't contain her tears and embraced Zoe tightly.

"Impossible!"

"Young master!"

"Ah! Ah! Please don't leave me!"

"Young master!" Mira's cries echoed through the room, casting an immediate shadow of gloom over the atmosphere.

...

The atmosphere inside the main mansion of the Welston family was heavy with tension.

Particularly in the Welston family's main cemetery complex, where the cemetery served as a sacred place for the departed members of the family.

A multitude of people had gathered there now.

Dressed in somber black attire, they gazed solemnly at the coffin containing the lifeless body of Zayn Welston.

The atmosphere was heavy with overwhelming sorrow, tears, and a multitude of agonizing emotions, heightened by the rain-soaked weather and intermittent thunder. It bestowed upon the day an unsettling aura, as if it were an occurrence that should have never come to pass.

Representatives from all the prominent families in the capital had gathered for the funeral and final visit of the Welston family's heir.

Their expressions clearly reflected disbelief and regret.

"I never anticipated that the Welston family's heir would meet such a tragic end at the hands of his ex-fiancée," someone whispered with remorse.

"You're right, the news is utterly unexpected," another person beside them responded in agreement.

Not just these individuals, but everyone present couldn't help but be shocked and struggle to accept this devastating news.

The Welston family!

The most influential family in the entire capital had truly lost its sole heir, and at the hands of his own betrothed no less!

This news reverberated throughout the capital and sent shockwaves across the entire country.

The entire capital was in upheaval, and there was a pervasive sense of certainty that the Welston family would unleash their fury at this very moment.

...

"Young master, please come back."

"Please don't be like this."

"I'll be a good girl, I promise." Mira, looking exhausted and wearing a vacant expression, remained lying on her bed in her room.

She couldn't bring herself to attend Zayn's ongoing funeral.

She feared that his death would shatter the illusion she had built in her mind that Zayn was still alive.

She understood this, but accepting the truth filled her with dread.

She was afraid that this was the harsh reality she had to face.

A reality that could drive her to the brink of insanity and strip away her sanity.

"Help me, young master," Mira whimpered in pain, clutching her head as she pleaded.

"Please come back and tell me that all of this is just an illusion!"

"Please!" She cried out desperately.

Yet reality remained an unbearably cruel fact.

Zayn should have been here when she was in such distress.

She remembered how, as a young girl, Zayn would comfort her whenever she was frightened by a thunderstorm or any little thing.

He would gently stroke her head and say, "Take it easy."

"I'm right here with you, Mira."

"I'll take care of all the difficulties you face!"

"So, please call my name whenever you need me, alright?"

Fragments of these memories flooded her mind, further intensifying her struggle to accept the truth.

"Young master," she whispered, repeatedly calling out his name in desperate need.

And then, in an instant...

*Boom!*

The sound of thunder resonated once more, abruptly interrupting Mira's daydreaming.

Instinctively, she pressed a pillow against her ears, trembling with fear.

"Help me, young master!" Overwhelmed by the deafening sound of thunder, Mira's screams filled the air as hysteria gripped her tightly.

On any ordinary day, she wouldn't be so frightened by a mere lightning strike.

However, without Zayn by her side, she felt incredibly vulnerable.

After a while, Mira snapped out of her daze, opening her eyes wide.

Mira gazed ahead, feeling something resting against her neck.

It was a necklace adorned with a photo pendant.

Examining the pendant, she saw a picture of a handsome boy holding a shy little girl in his arms.

The boy wore a joyful smile as he faced the camera, while the little girl's face radiated curiosity and a beaming smile as she looked up at him.

As Mira observed the photo, a flood of beautiful memories rushed through her mind.

Tears unconsciously streamed down her cheeks, falling onto the precious image.

"Do you know, young master?" she asked, her voice trembling amidst tears and a bittersweet smile forming on her lips.

"Ever since you entered my life, it was as if a light had illuminated the darkness within me," she softly murmured, tenderly caressing the photo.

"However, ever since you left me, I feel like the only light in my life has vanished, leaving me surrounded by darkness," she whispered, biting her lip softly.

She continued, her voice gentle, "You know, young master, the fairy tale you always tell me before I go to bed? The one about a princess in a kingdom who is willing to give up everything for a prince who has lost his noble status?"

"When I hear that story, I often dream and imagine myself as the main character and you as the prince, you know?" Mira giggled, and her tears subsided.

A profound serenity washed over her face.

"The princess was even willing to defy her entire family and kingdom to be with the fallen prince, and eventually, they made the decision to elope and escape the kingdom, seeking refuge in a place where they would never be discovered." Mira recounted the story Zayn always told her before bedtime, her voice filled with nostalgia.

"However, fate dealt a cruel blow, and the armies of the kingdom finally caught up with them," she continued, her voice filled with sorrow.

"The prince faced execution right before the eyes of the devastated princess."

"The princess wept uncontrollably, pleading desperately for the prince's life."

"But, young master, the prince in the tale displayed neither fear nor panic in the face of impending death." Mira smiled and whispered.

"He calmly said, 'Do not worry about me, and please forget about me,' and smiled blissfully, as if death held no fright."

"Eventually, the prince met his demise during the execution."

Mira fell silent, her gaze fixed on the photograph of the handsome boy, and a sense of relief washed over her expression.

"The princess spiraled into madness and eventually chose to end her life, consumed by the unbearable yearning to be reunited with her beloved," she continued, her voice trembling.

Gradually, Mira rose from her bed and approached a small cupboard in her room.

Inside, she spotted a knife that she always kept on hand for practice.

Without hesitation, she reached for the knife, a gentle smile spreading across her face.

"I have chosen to follow the path of the princess to reunite with the one she loves."

"After all, you are the prince, and I am the princess, aren't we?" Her face showed no sign of fear or hesitation.

Without delay, she aimed the tip of the knife at her own heart and swung it.

*Stab!*

The knife pierced her heart, causing blood to gush forth, drenching the floor in a pool of crimson.

Mira wavered, her body collapsing onto the floor.

"Cough!"

She coughed, blood trickling from the corner of her lips.

"Young master, if there is life after death," she whispered softly, her voice tinged with a touch of hope.

"I implore that we remain together, by each other's sides."

"Promise me you won't leave me again, alright?" Her exquisitely beautiful face grew pale, and gradually she lost consciousness.

The last sight that greeted her fading vision was Zoe, who opened the door to her room and rushed towards her with an expression of panic and disbelief.

"It's alright; I can finally catch up with you, young master."

"Just as we promised when we first met, right?" She whispered softly before finally succumbing to death.

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Yes, I finally finished this bonus chapter.

I'll be writing from the point of view of other characters like Chloe, Luna, and the people closest to Mc after the death of our dear Mc.

However, I will tuck it in the next bonus chapter, and for now, I will focus on Mc's story first.

Thank you.