You Think I Won't Talk?

After that night, complex days were experienced by many but the child herself. Marianne’s concerns fell on the preparations she needed to make for the Ball which was to change everything the foreign soul knew. Cautiousness in her every step enhanced the more the days passed without any of the expected trouble, nevertheless, her plans continued contrary to the suspicions accompanying her days; for it was the aim of such plans that impulsed eagerness within herself against the uncertainty... while innocent tension was kept between them in every exchange and light graze accomplished, calming and reassuring the anticipation the event would bring.

’The start of the original... as it is right now, we will make it alive to it, sweetheart...’ — Elizabeth, told the born in this realm with fond expectation while caressing the treasure of a spirit’s tear decorating her limb. — ’Once we make sure they have met... let’s see if what we have been waiting for will be allowed to happen.’

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I’ve been going crazy with anxiety.

The fact the end of the wait is near has me on the tip of my toes for too many reasons I’m actually tired of recalling. But even though I can’t say we’re safe and out of danger since the time has yet to arrive...

’Tomorrow... if nothing happens from now to this time tomorrow...’ — "We’ll be officially able to say we made it, Marianne..."

It hasn’t been that many minutes since Kinky left our chamber after doing the practice I still do yet don’t need as urgently. These days have been nervewracking when it comes to his gentlemanly way of flirting... giving us those stares that make us conscious... as well as how I cannot allow my guard to lower since every little thing has become something to be cautious of. After all, death is looking to take us with it... or at least that’s how it was supposed to be given the storyline I know.

Nothing dangerous has happened, surprisingly. The days are actually peaceful and my activities simply flowed so smoothly that it became kind of suspicious given the circumstances we’re in. However... now I’m very close to the end... which ironically, will end with an actual beginning.

’Everything could go terribly well or terribly wrong... it could also have a tied result... but I feel that if its a tie maybe it could become more troublesome with the ambiguity of it.’

At this point, I’m simply trying not to fall asleep. Within myself who knows it is the last night before the Ball we need to survive and assist, I know that the closer we get to the event, the more danger could get to us.

’It’s a basic path in every plot... I won’t fall into any traps at this point in the story. I’m not stupid, idiotic author.’

... But then again, it’s funny I said that with the hate I’ve been mastering up against the creator of "Enchanting Lady Karina"... because it turns out I’m quite stupid.

I fell asleep shortly after glaring at an invisible person with foolish arrogance. And yet I can still laugh it off because nothing actually happened and instead I slept the best I have since my original life.