Chapter 63
The hole in our chest felt widely deserted, as if... she had received the worst news she could ever get.
I tried to ignore the discomfort it made me feel and forced myself to look at him. My eyes were Anne’s eyes... and I want her to see for herself what I had told her before.
’Anne... just the other day... I told you that... you wouldn’t believe how blinded you were... that the box you were locked in was not all there was in your life... I bet you didn’t get to see how much this man... your Father, loves you then...
But, how about now? Have you noticed? He smiles this brightly by only having you by his side... we don’t talk... we don’t smile... we have done nothing for him, not even given him a gift... and yet... look at how elated he is only by seeing our dull face...’
Feeling how our heart weakened its heartbeats as more our eyes watched and as more I said to her... in an instant everything changed.
Now, the body felt determined to do something... and I was not going to restrain her freedom to do so in the slightest.
The Duke had been arranging the shawl and the sheets to cover me well while saying little things as I told Marianne my thoughts, and now, he was leaning back to seat straight on his seat, satisfied with how well covered I was now.
Just as she was about to do what her remaining soul wanted to, we locked eyes with her father.
"...Dear?" — Tilting his head, curious at our continuous staring, her Father asked, with a soft countenance.
Our body gulped down the bit of saliva we had and barely parted its lips... I knew that she wanted to say something with our lost voice and I was giving her all my support so that she could accomplish it... However... it did not happen.
Nonetheless of our failure... I deciphered the word she wanted to say. On the same body, I can tell with how our tongue scarcely moved to articulate, what the joint of the letters would sound like.
’... Dad...’