The Escape of Layla

Through the window, there is a bright sunset that burns in my eyes. I guess it will soon turn into a purple blue sky. I didn't know how long I was doing this. I think it's been quite a while since the sun started setting, but I don't even feel like moving.

The deadline for his promise to His Highness was approaching tomorrow. Although the answer has already been decided, I have spent until today without the courage to reply. Sometimes I was driven by a sense of impatience when I had to reply, but somehow that doesn't even happen the last couple of days. I felt I was starting to forget my emotional feelings a little bit.

It might have been easier to give up early. To the extent that I thought so, I couldn't breathe. His Royal Highness's obsession grows stronger every day when he says I can't get out of here.

I've already gotten used to being strangled, and to being grabbed by a violent wrist. His Highness's hatred seemed quite profound, not very much, but not something I could take alone.

I know it's my fault that I'm in a bad mood. Then at least I tried to improve by thinking about what bothered me, but there were too many patterns to grasp through. Nor does the courage to ask His Royal Highness directly gush after he has been strangled.

Perhaps His Highness doesn't care about the very existence of me. Then I wish I hadn't been put in a spot of sight, but it seems that I'm also singing freedom because of it.

I thought to myself that maybe there was a reason why I was so hated by His Royal Highness, besides the issue of the Duke's house. I carefully remembered when I met him, meeting him once a month, every one of them. Most of all, even though I've been my fiancée for many years, I only have enough memories with His Highness to count in the first place.

But in every memory His Highness was heartless, and all I remember was pretending not to be interested in me. Though it seemed boring to be with me the rest of the time, then it seemed as if I didn't know why you were obsessed with me.

Thinking blurry, Monica drops by to thank him carefully. If you look at the clock properly, it was time for dinner.

Yes, dinner time with His Highness. When you're dining with him, it's like chewing ash even when you taste first-rate dishes. Because of this, I can't eat much these days. I felt my wrist get thinner once too.

"... thank you, you're going now"

I meant to talk to Monica in such a way that she smiled at me, but I was surprised at the lack of hegemony in my voice. I thought I was behaving like a temperament, but apparently it's time for the limit to approach.

I did feel I could work a little harder since the pendant Mr. Leanhardt gave me came back on hand. Sometimes I even thought that Mr. Leanhardt might come to see me, relying on the magic of this pendant.

But it all seemed like a sweet dream, too. Mr. Leanhardt never came after a few days. I don't know what kind of controls this room is under, but there's no way for him, the sorcerer, to break through.

It's too convenient in the first place. I can't believe you dreamed of coming to me to help you if you were in crisis, keeping Mr. Leanhardt hurt.

For the first time in my life I had a feeling that my love would end so obsessed with scorching my chest that I looked up to the purple blue stained sky that reminded me of Mr. Leanhardt's eyes, hurting my chest. I still feel relieved that the function of my mind just feels painful. Though it would be only a matter of time if this life continued.

"You've been watching the sky with love. Have you missed your freedom?

I shook my shoulders in that voice that even sounded cold. I know this reaction is rude. But one day I just became reflexively frightened to hear this voice.

"Ah... Lewis..."

"... look at me so frightened."

"Um... sorry, Lewis. Me..."

How can I get forgiveness? Duh, I was thinking.

I know. At a time when I'm thinking about getting forgiveness somehow, I probably can't do it anymore. The day my heart breaks is not so far away.

Lost in words, trying to get a distance from His Highness, a windowsill hit his back. The neck muscle exposed from the dress is wrapped with signs of a cold sunset.

"If you decide on these eyes, you're going to have a day that has nothing to do with this frustration..."

Your Highness's fingertips are attached to my eyes.

Scary, scary, scary. This guy could really do it.

"The frightened face is beautiful too, Layla. I'm sure you've only seen the look on Leila's face like me."

Somewhere satisfied His Highness was staring down at me to eat in. It is only natural that His Highness has seen my frightened face. Because there has never been anyone besides Your Highness who has given me so much breathlessness.

His Royal Highness's obsession and hatred are intertwining me, and I'm going to really stop breathing. It doesn't get painful and painful.

"Huh... Lewis hates me so much..."

Trembling with so much fear, I looked up to His Highness as I stared. As always, the color of obsession is reflected in its pale eyes.

"Is there any other reason besides the issue of the Duke's house..."

With tears in my eyes, I finally hit His Highness. The question I've had ever since I was locked in this room.

At any rate, I guess His Highness, as usual, is deluded and doesn't change one complexion. On the contrary, the fear that I might really be blinded by the fact that I bumped into a bad question has now turned back.

But thankfully, that prediction came off. His Highness rarely showed a change of expression in these words. His Highness looks slightly surprised and looks down at me.

"... I hate Leila..."

Eventually there is a self-derisive grin in His Highness's mouth.

"... right, I can't help but hate and hate. If this is the case, it would have been better if you hadn't shown up before me..."

Its pale eyes were mixed with a definite hatred as the word suggests, then a slight cleavage, and I accidentally drank my breath. This is the first time I have ever been able to read emotions other than obsession.

I can't believe His Highness, who couldn't read all that movement in his heart, exposed so much emotion. After all, I still don't know why you hate me, but now I feel like I've touched His Highness's heart for the first time.

Suddenly looking up at His Highness, he wipes the tears accumulated in his eyes with strength. There is nothing to say to me now that the pain has run slightly, but is becoming completely painful.

"... it's dinner time"

His Highness takes my hand to escort and starts walking without even turning this way. I can't believe my hands used to tempt me just to touch each other like this, but now all I feel is fear. Both are certainly supposed to be my own minds, but I get a zero ironic grin in my heart at the very difference.

... but maybe that's enough already.

Because I'm sure this heart of mine will break in a few more days without holding it.

That was a certainty, not a hunch. Tomorrow, if you tell Your Highness that I will dedicate myself to helping Rose, I'm sure he won't feel anything in no time. Let your thoughts on Mr. Leanhardt and you be burned by redemption, and this heart will soon be ashed.

If you look at me in such a state, I wonder if Your Highness's hatred will finally clear up.

Save the sinner's sister and become a caged bird for His Highness's distractions. Maybe my life was for that.

... No, if I may, I'd rather die thinking it was my life to meet Mr. Leanhardt.

Mumble so in my heart instead of dead tears. One more thing, I followed His Highness as I listened to the sound of my heart pounding like some other HR.