Third Arc (Fallen Heart) – 240. Ophelia’s Confession I
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Third Arc (Fallen Heart) - 240. Ophelia's Confession I
Ophelia's voice, when it finally broke the silence, held a plea that transcended the night's hush. "Angel," she began, her voice laced with earnestness, "I want to represent my brother to apologize." Her words were delicate, a fragile bridge between the past and a future she hoped to forge. "I know he has made many mistakes..." She paused, her gaze unwavering as it met Angel's. "But I hope you still can forgive him."
Angel's response was a measured silence. He regarded her, his eyes probing the depths of her sincerity. Her request held weight – a plea for forgiveness and redemption. His voice, when it finally emerged from the stillness, was a reflection of the gravity of the situation. "That's a lot for a request, Ophelia," he observed, the weight of her plea mirrored in his words.
But Ophelia, undeterred, pressed on with the urgency of one who had witnessed a profound change. "I know," she admitted, her voice trembling with a mixture of hope and anxiety. "But he was seriously injured now and regretted his acts." Her words were imbued with an earnest plea, a reminder that sometimes the consequences of one's actions could transform a heart. "I'm sure he won't dare to chase you again."
Angel's gaze remained locked with Ophelia's, a testament to his contemplation of her words. Forgiveness, he knew, was an impossible request. But he decided to play along to avoid unnecessary arguments.
After a contemplative moment, Angel finally broke the silence. "He already has his punishment," he stated, his voice resolute. "I won't count the past again." His words carried the weight of a final decision. "But if he tries to kill me again," he warned, his tone firm, "I will not hesitate to end his life. I'll not back down like before."
"I understand," Ophelia replied, her voice soft and filled with gratitude. Her gaze lowered, a sign of respect and acceptance.
Angel nodded in acknowledgment. "Go back to your room," he instructed. "It's inappropriate if anyone saw you with me for too long." And with that, he turned to depart, his figure becoming one with the shadowy embrace of the corridor.
But Ophelia, her heart still filled with a mix of hope and earnestness, held her ground. "I still want to say something to you," she voiced, her words a final plea that lingered in the night air.
Angel stopped in the dimly lit corridor, his footsteps still echoing faintly as he turned toward Ophelia.
"Say it," he instructed, his voice measured and unwavering. His eyes bore into Ophelia's as he awaited her words.
Ophelia, her heart pounding like a captive bird yearning for freedom, gazed into Angel's eyes. Her confession, hanging like a delicate thread in the air, carried the weight of her emotions. "A-Angel... I love you..." Her voice, though soft, was resolute. In this place where secrets whispered through the stones, she had chosen to unburden her heart.
Angel's reaction was a drawn-out exhale, as if the confession had stirred a tempest within him. "Ophelia, you know I can't-" he began, his words heavy with the complexity of their situation.
But Ophelia, her feelings uncontainable, interrupted him, her voice trembling with raw emotion. "I know... I just want to tell you..." Her eyes, glistening like dewdrops in the moonlight, met his. "I don't want to hide it anymore... I know you can't possibly respond to my feelings..." Her voice quivered, yet it held a quiet strength. "But at least ... I still have the right to love you."
Angel's sigh echoed through the dim corridor, an almost mournful sound in the hushed stillness of the castle.
"Ophelia... Don't waste your feelings," Angel implored.
Ophelia, standing there with her heart laid bare, felt a pang of vulnerability. Her confession, brave yet tinged with melancholy, hung in the air like an unspoken promise. Her gaze, unwavering, met Angel's.
"Did you forget how I treated you when I attacked Asteria?" Angel's words, heavy with the memory of their tumultuous past, reverberated through the corridor. He spoke not to accuse, but to remind her of the complex history they shared.
Ophelia's eyes, alight with understanding, remained locked with Angel's as she continued to gaze deeply into his soul. The Golden Light castle, a silent witness to their shared history, seemed to hold its breath, as if anticipating the unraveling of long-kept secrets.
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Thorkell_40k· Oct 19, 2023
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