The room given to Reis is on the same floor as mine, on a poking run down the hallway for a while.
It is a separate floor from the Apostles' living quarters, and the sights still seem to be around, and no one rubs off by walking in the dim corridors.
In the aftermath of the case, I wonder if the top apostles, including you Lore, are still at work downstairs. But the rush didn't get here either, and my walking space was filled with some cold silence.
I've gained momentum... but you're getting a little nervous.
This is the first time I've seen Reyce come from me since I thought she was reunited. Even though I used to, as a matter of course, show my face in the orphanage and break into Reis' room slowly.
But when I get here, I can't turn back, and I squeeze the bag and get close to his room door.
But I realized there was one thing and stopped.
"The door is open...?
The door opened slightly and the light leaked thinly from inside.
I simply forgot to close it, right?
Strange discomfort to do so, I naturally killed my footsteps and stopped by the door.
A thin light stretching into darkness seems to be guiding me demonically. Even if I understand that it's not a very good behavior, I peek indoors through the gap along with confirmation.
The windows visible in the front are covered with thick curtains, so as not to enter any moonlight, etc. Even with the lights on, the interior is generally dark.
If I lowered my gaze, my coat would have fallen unconstructively right beside me. To check the situation, I rushed into the room and took off my coat... where? Couldn't you even afford to close the door?
If I stuffed my breath and turned my sight...... by the bed, I found Reis kneeling on the floor.
Things are scattered around them, a few familiar vials, empty and rolling.
Red flower label. It's Ricola's sleeping pill.
Reis is shaking his whole body and holding his chest to bitterness.
The other hand is squeezing something tight... hard to see, but that's probably a spiritual crystal. It is darkening and discoloured, but I think it is a fragment of the crystal that was crushed during the incident. It was not swallowed by the black marsh and seemed to have been recovered. I want to see the pointy spot hurt Reis' palm, and the pottery dripping red blood is staining the white carpet.
To the unusual appearance of it, I wanted to open the door and rush over immediately, but overlapping a distant past in this situation, my body stiff and unable to move.
This situation is similar to that day.
Dim rough room.
Flowing red.
A bitter lace, with a strong chest hold.
More than two years ago. The sight of that day, which became the boundary between me and Reis, seems to be repeating itself again in front of us.
……
Reis whispers, but in a strong tone, whining about something.
I ignore the sound of my fast heart and sharpen my ears over there.
"Wow, no, no, no! I don't like that woman. I hate it, I hate it! So... Huh!
'I don't like that woman. I rather hate it. I hate it.'
... This is the same.
Same words I've heard in the past.
On Reyce's 14th birthday, when the rinses surrounded him and asked him if he was in love with me. That's the response Reyes bumped into to that question.
At that time, Reiss was responding to Rinse's question.
I was so heartbroken by it.
- But now?
Who the hell is Reyce talking to?
"Huh!"
Throwing a blackened spiritual crystal, Reis took one of the rolling vials in his hand. It's still a bottle with the contents. Red liquid like blood, he swallows all at once.
Drop the corollary and empty bottle on the floor, and Reis repeated his rough breath.
I can't move off the spot like it's icing.
Eventually, a trembling body in his small slices begins to show a slight calm.
"And a little. Almost there. Just a little more, please. That way, it's over. Even if I... but I promised I wouldn't mind. Properly... should finish me off every... And a little. Please, hold it."
The next grunt, Rayce seemed to be telling himself.
It sounds interrupted and not good.
But the sound of it was close to a shred of plea. His red eyes are swayed with dark darkness that he can't bottom-up.
"When the time comes for it all to be over, I'll finally go to Surya..."
Reyce's body leaned grassy, and he was justified in the bed behind him.
They call me by name and my shoulders bounce small.
As soon as I saw "The Pattern" peeking through the gap between his hands, which were holding his chest off, and his buttoned, sneezy shirt, I took a step, two steps, slowly retracted my legs, and ran out with my back bah and heel.
My legs are I can't run well.
It's like the hallway is going on forever. It's just a long way to go to my room where there shouldn't be such an illusion.
The light of the full moon pouring down the hallway through clear glass was creepy and horrible.
It was on Reyce's chest - a black butterfly pattern upside down.
I already know what that pattern means.
... No, I've really noticed it a little while back, somewhere.
How could Reis have held his chest all the time?
And why his hands are as cold as ice.
Maybe why I cared about the moonlight.
I had noticed it all somewhere. I noticed and pretended I couldn't see.
Even after I was so determined to talk to Reyce in the face, I still couldn't decide, and I dared to avoid thinking deeply.... but if I look this far straight, my brain will properly derive that answer.
- - Inside the Reis, I'm sure.
"Ah!"
Where I finally saw the door to my room, I couldn't chase my feet to my deviant heart and fell unnecessarily. It was also disastrous that the hem of the night clothes was long.
It was in the shape of a crawling squat on the floor, and the contents jumped out of the bag that was squeezing.
Something stiff smacks the floor small.
I jumped out before I got up. I blamed it, and I slightly opened my eyes.