As the teachers said, it was mealtime. The turkey stew that usually comes to the table after someone leaves the nursery school should have been filling the kids by now.
There are very few days when you can eat a full bowl of soup, so Lillian loved the turkey stew too, but this time she couldnât lift a spoon.
It was because I was sick of thinking that the meat in the thin broth was the price I paid for losing the swan.
So Lillian sneaked out of the cafeteria without being seen by the teachers and without even eating a single bite.
And as she went up to clean up the small room she used to hide in with Swan, she witnessed a disturbance coming from the directorâs office.
â Jeez, calm down. Didnât you raise other dark-haired girls just in case of this?
The moment I heard this, my heart felt like it was going to explode.
The adults in the orphanage were all on one team. Not even knowing that Swan is the daughter of the Duke of Maynard, to the point that he is raising children to replace Swan in case she dies.
The fact that I found out suddenly rang in my head. She knew that the director was raising her like a princess to sell her at a high price, but she didnât know that it would be such a thoroughly calculated act.
Tears fell down Lillianâs cheeks as she ran.
âHow could that be?â
Less than three days had passed since Swan left. I still canât come to the fact that the person holding my hand has disappeared, so every time I open the door, I look back without realizing it and repeat the hesitation.
The world forgot Swan too quickly. Not only that, but to try to stand in for Swan to fill in her interests.
â Lily, donât worry too much. The director wants me.
Suddenly, Swanâs voice passed through my mind. Did Swan know all this?
âWhat about the director trying to stand in for her? All of them?â
Is that why you asked me to do that? Would you like me to live there instead?
At first, I thought it was a ridiculous request, but thinking about it made the hairs on my body stand on end.
As if the shadows in the empty hallway were pushing her, Lillian couldnât breathe and ran away. She climbed the stairs to the little alcove where she often hid with the swan.
Udangtang! As soon as the door was opened, Lillian rolled across the roomâs floor with a thud. Handfuls of the dust landed in her mouth, and Lillian coughed out of her as she huddled on the floor.
âHeh, heo, kollock. Coke!â
Feelings of stuffiness for no reason kept pressing on my chest, causing me to vomit. Maybe it was because I was running out of breath. After all, I was crying, but if that was the case, there was no reason why taking a deep breath wouldnât relieve the nauseous feeling.
Itâs really strange. My fists kept clenching, and I didnât know that my panting heart would stop. The corner of her neck was cold and her nose was hot. She was the one who didnât shed tears even when she saw Swan buried in the ground.
Why canât the tears stop now?
As I later found out, it was the first intense resentment Lillian felt.
Lillian was treated no differently than the other children in the orphanage, no, rather harshly. Since the name of being responsible for Swanâs health was created, the director used to hit Lillian, not Swan, when punishing Swan.
Despite this, Lillian never once resented the director.
â Swan, youâre weak. Iâm not sick. Iâll just get hit.
It was because the director, who was so cruel to the other children at the orphanage, acted kindly to Swan as if she were his child. If it was serious, there would even be the talk among the children that Swan was the directorâs hidden daughter.
The director was soft towards Swan, and even when Lillian tried to hate him, she would take that into account and forgive him. At least the director was willing to do anything for Swan.
Maybe sheâs a hidden daughter. Wouldnât there be a heart that cares for swan like that? Thinking so, I quietly wiped out my sorrowful heart.
Far from caring about Swan, the director only thought of using Swanâs identity.
Lillian now seemed to understand why there were four girls with uncommon black hair in this orphanage alone. Lillian wiped away her tears and stood up. The hazel-colored eyes that the moonlight crossed before you knew it was forged sharply.
âIâm sure he said he would set up a substitute for Swan.â
Who knows who will that be?
After tonight, it will already be three days since Swan died. At the nursery school, all the belongings of the departed child are thrown away on the third day. Regardless of whether it belongs to the dead or not. And that was why Lillian refused to eat dinner and came to the small room.
This small room connected to the attic was Lillian and Swanâs hideout. Originally, it was a space where cleaning tools and stuff were crammed in and rats roamed around a bit, but after Lillian and Swan started cleaning and using the room, it became that way.
A small box in the corner of the room was packed with the biggest luxuries a poor child could have, such as dried maple leaves and pretty pebbles, and on the wall were large marks of places they would like to visit someday.
When I turned my head, the days I spent with Swan were vividly drawn, just like yesterday.
The day we shared a blanket and whispered. The day we couldnât even see each otherâs eyes in a small room after a big fight, the day we split and ate an apple we had secretly hidden, and the day we held hands saying letâs go find our parents someday.
This was a space containing the childhood and dreams of the two girls.
âAnd when dawn breaks tomorrow, everything will be thrown away without a trace.â
Itâs as if Swanâs existence had completely disappeared from this orphanage.
With Swan gone, Lillian could no longer rest into her childhood.
Lillianâs hand slowly reached out and touched the painting on the wall. A rough charcoal drawing hung from her fingertips. Due to the painting materials and the artistâs skill, it was difficult to recognize the shape of the painting.
â Look at this, Lily! Swan!
â What kind of swan is that?
â A swan! Look here Here is the beak, here are the wingsâŚ
â Wasnât that a raisin?
After that, it had become a custom among them to make fun of the raisins by making a fluttering sound whenever they saw them. Lillian, thinking for a moment of the happy days, held the end of the paper.
Bu-wook.
The paper was torn roughly. The next picture, then the next picture.
Itâs not just the pictures hanging on the walls. Everything in the room, including a map and a ballerina folded in a napkin, was quickly disfigured beyond recognition. Lillian smashed all her memories with Swan with an expressionless face.
If itâs something that should be thrown away anyway, no one dares to imitate Swan using it.
Lillian finally got up after breaking the last thing. Her gaze, looking down into the ruined room, was chillingly still.
âSwan. Iâll make your wish come true.â
Iâll be you, and Iâll do everything you ever wished for.
I wonât let anyone replace you
No one elseâŚ
ââŚâ
Lillian stood there for a while, looking down at the messy room. Lillianâs still-wet cheeks reflected the faint moonlight.
It was a bitterly lonely and hard winter night.
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Warr, with a loud bang, the rubbish spilled into the garbage cans in the backyard.
Lillian looked at the traces of her childhood that she had ruined, then suddenly picked up something from among the discarded papers.
It was an old, crumpled newspaper.
[Duke Maynard ends the 10-year conflict with Halo⌠Report on his return]
The newspaper, which featured the biggest story it could do, rustled in Lillianâs hands.
Perhaps the teachers thought the children wouldnât be able to read, and casually threw away these pieces of paper, but Lillian could read.
While reading fairy tale books read by teachers alone, at some point, she was able to recognize the text.
Of course, I couldnât read many texts because my level of knowledge was limited to childrenâs books.
Stuttering, Lillianâs hand pointed out the largest letters one by one.
âDuke Maynard⌠Halo. 10 years, finally. Return.â
I didnât know what the return was, but luckily the newspaper was kind. In the article below, it was written in words that Lillian could understand that Duke Maynard would return. As a bonus, even about Duke Maynardâs achievements.
âThis is what the teachers said that the war with Halo was over.â
Duke Maynard, saying Swanâs father is coming back soon.