Chapter 200 | 05. Beginning to ending – This is not the beginning: Carynne
The beginning is always the same.
The gray sky, the drizzling rain, the muddy, barren garden. The chill in the air, the mud-stained nightgown. The gash on her throat that stung. If she didnt go back to the mansion soon, the gardener would find her. Near her feet, she picked up the rope.
That version of me a hundred years ago. I wonder if I wanted to die back then, too.
She held up the noose and muttered, I failed. Again. Judging by the gash made by the rope on her neck, she failed to die all those years ago as well, even before this perpetual repetition started happening.
Unlike the damp hallway, the room inside was warm. The temperature was better due to the thick fur quilts that blocked out the cold and the fire that burned in the fireplace.
She took off her dirty clothes, but did not throw them into the fireplace. Instead, she placed them by the hearth. So, the flames continued to burn, it continued to be warm. She looked at the naked woman looking back at her from the mirror. And, she shrugged her shoulders.
Failures happen in life, dont they?
She sat in a chair, looking at paper and ink. Dipping the pen in ink, she wrote on the paper.
[ How old am I? ]
Carynne laughed at herself for a while, dotting the question mark. Its hard to count how many times she died because of Dullan.
Well, after everything that happened, did it even matter now how many times itd been?