5-6 minutes 24.11.2020

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To Abella, it was apparently a coincidence caused by a divine mistake. Without that, she couldn’t live whole life, barely surviving day by day like a doll whose heart was so empty. Abella let out a long sigh.

Her sighs may have piled up in the study, forming layers like dust.

Abella touched the corners of her desk, which had worn and rounded off over the years.

She spent eight years here, and strangely, she did not regret it in the slightest.

She rather seemed relieved that she was leaving now. She was freed from the weight of Amerigo and could leave as free as a bird.

Abella lifted her tear-filled eyes.

“Carlo…….”

It was time to let go of Amerigo, who she had cared for with all her might in the place of her dead brother.

She is tired.

She had worn out her feelings and it was hard for her to hold on any longer. She is grateful that she can leave Amerigo without any regrets. Carlo will be proud of her, so there will be no shackles to hold her foot.

Abella placed the rectangular envelope in plain sight in the middle of the desk.

It was the letter she wrote down the week before, hesitating all morning long. When Cade dropped Abella off at Amerigo at dawn and returned home, the first thing she did was find the letter and read it again.

Abella prays that her will can be fully communicated to Simons.

‘To Simon.’

She was sorry, but this was Abella’s best.

At dawn, when everyone was asleep, Abella disappeared in the bleak autumn in the pre-booked carriage.

No one knows

She didn’t tell anyone where she was going.

*

It was Simon Amerigo, who found Abella’s letter after his morning training and ran to the study in search of her.

“Auntie! Auntie!”

Simon knocked on the study and called Abella.

“Are you still sleeping?”

Simon tilted his head and opened the door to the study. He has never seen Abella wake up so late in eight years. Even if she came home at dawn, this time was definitely the time she would be guarding her study.

Simons glanced around the study.

He thought he could feel the warmth that Abella left behind…….

The study was strangely cool.

It was now early winter, so the fireplace, which was always on, was turned off.

Simons put his hand on the fireplace. As if feeling the warmth was an illusion, he felt a cold sensation that seemed to freeze his palms.

Simons swallowed his saliva in a strange sign, then squatted down and ignited the embers.

“…… Auntie, your hands and feet will be cold.”

If Abella had returned, the butler would have been the first to light fireplaces here and there.

It was strange.

Simon’s heart sank. The bluish eyes of the still immature boy looked at the study.

Even the furniture, which had been stained with Abella’s hand stains, seemed to be empty.

Simon’s face darkened.

It was a strange foreboding.

A rectangular envelope lying on the desk caught his eye. Simon opened the letter with trembling hands. The letters ripped open and poured out as if they were Abella’s heart.

[To Simon]

It was certainly a friendly call, but Simons’ heart seemed to be cut mercilessly.

Simon’s trembling eyes read the letter aimlessly. Simons pursed his lips. Simons knew this feeling. He felt this way in his previous life when Abella left.

[Simon, I love you.]

The long letter that ended like that meant one thing.

Abella left. To a place no one can find her. Again, Simons lost Abella once again.

But, the last eight years must have been hell for Abella. Just to endure that time, Abella did her best.

He knew. Now that he has to let Abella go.

This time, he knows he has no reason to take Abella any more.

Then, then…….

Simon swung the door open.

“Hannibal!!”

The boy’s voice calling for the butler while running fast was sharp.

“Young master?”

“…… Hire mercenaries right now. I am looking for my aunt.”

Simon handed the letter he was holding in his hand to Hannibal.

He will definitely put Abella back in her place. The letter fell from Hannibal’s hand.

Simons’ hands trembled. He couldn’t get his hand on the thought that Abella had disappeared. His heart seems to go up and down dozens of times. He’s half thinking that he should let her go, and half thinking that he should find her.

‘Never look for me. This is my last request.’

Simon ignored the last sentence with his eyes tightly closed.

Abella must return. To the place where there are people who love her.

‘Auntie…….’

Simon’s tears welled up as if he had become a child again. Tears he hadn’t seen since he promised to protect Abella.

Simons whispered eagerly.

‘Please come back.’