Chapter 351
The more pensive I become... I discovered that it’s then that more memories are shown by Marianne...
Probably... it’s because she has earned more confidence in me that now she can let me see bits of her past.
Although, those little fragments, sadly, are mostly with a tiny Anne crying. Feeling hopeless... alone, innocent and scared by ignorance...
’Paul used to manipulate your head... it’s easy for a child to not see the truth... don’t feel sorry. He was bigger and stronger than you. You believed in him since he was there to fill your ears...’
Thinking of those memories she showed me, I comforted her. Yet I didn’t really know what else to say.
From treating her well, Marianne showed me how he started to sow weird thoughts in her, convincing her that her father disliked how she was and behaved, punishing her every time she went against his manipulations... locking her up in that dirty room that I still have no clue where it is... that, when they were younger.
I saw the times when her father knocked on her door, worried to know how she was doing... But Paul was there to make it so he wouldn’t see her... and I felt as if they were my memories by how our body revived the trembles every time in stronger grief when the duke tried to come near, only to demonstrate his care and she would quietly refuse it, walking away, every time more stiffer than the last in demeanour as her heart withered believing an abusive brother.
’He didn’t hit you as much when you were little... but even as you show me this... His mumbles feel incredibly creepy. Like a brainwash...’
"....."
Marianne wouldn’t share much in sensations when I talked about what she showed me. But even then there was no need in the end since I was her now.