trigger warning: mentions of suicide, suicidal ideation
There was this phrase in a book I once read â âPeople need other people, but in contrast, they cannot understand each other completely. Thus, misunderstandings tend to lead towards discord in all relationships.â
And I thought that this truly made sense. Theodore Valentino wouldnât understand me. I donât understand him either. We were extremely different people.
ââŠWhat you said just now.â
ââŠâŠâ
âThe reason why you took these pills every dayâŠâ
He must be misunderstanding something here. Iâve been taking those pills really only because I couldnât sleep.
If I couldnât sleep well, then my migraine would get worse. It was the kind of migraine that had pain so unbearable that it felt like my head was being split into two. So, I just took the medicine to get a good nightâs sleep.
I knew that this particular medicine was harmful to the body in the long run, but I just did not care.
Iâd always been afraid of trying to take my own life, even though I personally thought that dying was better than living. As these sleeping pills could remedy my pain while also reducing my life expectancy, taking them regularly was hitting two birds with one stone.
Even with that in mind, itâs not like I was taking the pills every day with the solemnity of a melodramatic play where the protagonist would say, âI will take these pills and then die.â
All I wanted was to sleep without feeling any inconveniences, and itâs an added bonus that this life could end faster through the pills as well.
âDonât misunderstand. I did not drink this medicine with the intention to die. Itâs just that the side effects are of no consequence to me. Even if my life span becomes reduced, I donât mind.â
ââŠThat, just whatâŠâ
Theodore muttered back with a look of incredulity. I didnât expect him to understand in the first place. He did not know what I had experienced throughout my life, and it was the same vice versa.
I once hoped that our lives could be interconnected at some point, but Iâd long since abandoned that anticipation. I decided to no longer expect anything. That way, I wouldnât be frustrated, I wouldnât be hurt by anything, and I could protect myself better.
âLily, youâreâŠâ
Agonized over questions he couldnât utter, Theodoreâs lips opened and closed several times without saying anything. In silence, I waited for him to speak.
However, Theodore instead sighed heavily instead of saying what he wanted to say. As he looked up at me, his eyes were filled with confusion.
ââŠI know that I was cruel to you before I lost my memories.â
ââŠâŠâ
âItâs something that canât be brushed off just like that, but⊠From now on, I would like to improve our relationship. I will do my best to make this happen.â
His words made me laugh.
As he heard my sudden burst of laughter, Theodore looked at me with his eyes wide open as though he was utterly surprised. I leaned back against the wardrobe and laughed long and hard.
It was so funny that I couldnât stand it.
ââŠLily.â
âImproving thisâŠâ
I shook my head and opened the wardrobeâs doors. It was obvious what would happen once he regained his memories againâhe would regret it all.
Youâre going to do your best?
Then Iâll do my best to avoid you at all costs until youâve regained those memories.
âThatâŠâ
I took out a large box from the wardrobe and held it out to him. After receiving the box, Theodore stood there dazed just looking at me.
Then, he opened the box.
It contained dozens of unopened pill bottles.
ââŠThisâŠâ
As he stood there, bewildered, Theodoreâs gaze soon changed completely.
The next moment, he set off a large blue flame and burned those numerous pill bottles at once.
After exuding the strength of his elemental spirit, he ruffled his hair roughly.
âIs there more?â
âThatâs all of it. Truly.â
ââŠâŠâ
He buried his face into his palms for a moment. After which, he swept his hands over his face, then stared at me with a conflicted expression.
I didnât want to make eye contact with him, so I walked away and went towards the sofa again.
I sat down and habitually took a sip of tea from the cup earlier, but the tea had gone cold already. Theodore walked back as well.
Instead of sitting in front of me as he did earlier, he was standing some ways away, just staring at me. I took a sip of the cold tea and, without looking at him, spoke.
âDuke.â
ââŠI would like it if you called me by my first name.â
âWhat do you think we should do to improve thisââ
I smashed the teacup in my hand on the table.
With the loud crashing noise, the shards flew across the table. The air around us froze right then. I met Theodoreâs gaze and asked.
âIf itâs shattered like this, can it still be fixed?â
ââŠâŠâ
Theodore stared blankly at the table with a shocked expression. His gaze seemed to shift to the side, then he paused outright.
In a faint voice, he murmured.
ââŠBlood.â
ââŠâŠ?â
âYouâre bleeding! Whatâ just what the hell are you doingâŠ!â
He crossed the distance between us in an instant, then grabbed my hand and lifted it up. I tried to pry my hand out of his grip reflexively, but he held tight.
With a sudden sense of fright, I struggled to take my hand back. But in my fierce resistance, Theodore pulled me closer and held me in his embrace, then he took a closer look at my hand.
ââŠThe cuts on your ring and pinky finger are both deep. You should be treated immediately.â
As soon as he finished saying this, as fast as he had moved earlier, he carried me in his arms. As if in a trance, I could only look at his side profile that came close.
At the same time as my heart leapt from my chest, I immediately struggled out of his hold. But the more I tried to get myself away from him, the tighter his embrace.
âLily, donât move.â
âL-Let me go.â
âWe should have you treated before the injury gets worse. Letâs head to the clinic.â