episode_0010
by fnovelpiaAs the thick darkness that had colored the night sky cleared and the sun rose, the two people who had closed their eyes in their respective places opened their eyes peacefully to the warm play of the sun tickling their cheeks.
Tomorrow the sun will rise again.
This meant that no matter what strange events or tragedies occur in the world, tomorrow will come.
When she woke up, she smiled slightly at the beautiful sun shining through the window.
After she started living together at Raon’s house, she smiled slightly as she watched the sun rise.
There was a time when she would curse the sun that rose brightly every day, unaware of her own miserable situation, but from the moment she started living with him in his house, she stopped hating the sun and the sunlight that came from him.
Because she couldn’t make new memories with him if the sun didn’t rise. She no longer resented the sun because there were things she could only see after the sun rose.
“Kkaaaah….!”
She was looking at the rising sun, then she got up from her seat and opened her light briefcase.
And then I thought to myself, my hand on the tightly closed doorknob.
If you open this tightly closed door and go outside, new memories with him will be created.
The little conversations and actions she shared with him all became precious memories and took their place in a corner of her heart.
That’s why she consciously checked her appearance before turning the doorknob.
Hair that is neat and tidy, although a little disheveled, and a face that is not puffy even though she just woke up.
And even the clothes he was wearing as pajamas.
Camilla had been living on the streets for a long time, so she didn’t have any pajamas, let alone anything that existed. So she ended up having to wear the clothes he didn’t wear that fit her the best.
Before leaving the room, she put her ear to the tightly closed door and acted as if she was aware of someone.
She focused on the sound coming from beyond the door, looking like a thief stealing something.
Soon, realizing that she could hear no sound, she carefully grabbed the clothes she was wearing and sniffed them.
“Wow… Ha… This smell… I love it…”
She smiled happily as she took a deep breath of the scent of the clothes he had given her.
Her appearance was vaguely similar to that of a drug addict who had quit drugs for a long time and then started again.
From the first day she came into this house, Camilla had smelled him.
A strange smell that is familiar yet friendly… but not repulsive.
When Camilla first smelled him, she didn’t think much of it, but as the days passed and she used the bed and clothes that still had his scent, she became more and more addicted to his scent.
Just smelling it made my heart pound and feel cold. I could also feel a warm scent at the tip of my nose.
And at the same time, it felt like the worries and distracting thoughts that had filled her head were disappearing.
I couldn’t figure out why. Why did smelling him make me feel so calm and peaceful?
However, Camilla didn’t hate this tickling.
She sniffed, savoring the scent of him lingering on her clothes, as if she was truly addicted to the smell.
She who smelled him every day.
But there was one problem for her… that was, as time passed, the scent of his body on her clothes gradually faded.
This was a natural course of action. After an object leaves its owner’s hands, it gradually loses its owner’s scent and eventually becomes a new, used object.
What that meant was that as time went by, his scent would gradually disappear from the clothes she was wearing, and as she thought about this, she began to feel impatient.
To be honest, his smell wasn’t really something to worry about right now.
Because the bed she was using was the one he had used the longest and therefore the one that had the most of his scent in the house.
‘It feels different..! There’s a huge difference between burying your face in the pillow and smelling something while you sleep and the smell that comes up faintly from your body!’
This was not what she wanted.
She treasured everything, even his scent wafting from the bed and the faint scent emanating from his clothes, and didn’t want to lose them.
‘Should I tell Raon later and get him some new clothes…’
So she turned the doorknob, thinking of asking him for new clothes later.
So she opened her tightly closed door and looked for him to greet him in the refreshing morning.
“Huh…?”
Today was the start of a new day, different from usual.
He, who always seemed the same, didn’t seem strange today.
Normally, she would be sitting in front of the stove preparing food or chopping firewood, or at least when she came out, she would hear him doing something.
Strangely enough, I couldn’t hear him today.
So she went around the house looking for him.
“Raon..!!”
Soon she was able to meet him, the owner or master of the scent she had been looking for.
“Oh… Camilla…you’re here…”
The man smiled at the face of the woman who had come to him, but his body was trembling like a leaf shaking violently in the cold wind.
“Raon! Where does it hurt?! Why are you shaking like this! Why is your face so red…. Why is it so hot?”
She looked at him with a worried expression at his unusual appearance, and soon Camilla, seeing his face as red as a ripe apple, carefully placed her hand on his face.
She caressed his face, startled by the warmth penetrating her calluses.
The strength of a warrior… and the calluses formed from swinging the holy sword for years.
All of this made her hands strongly protected while also making them insensitive to external temperature changes.
As she carefully touched his forehead, she felt a warmth penetrate her rough palm.
It was a warmth that was different from the warmth I felt when I held his hand.
However, it was difficult for her hands, full of calluses, to know his exact condition.
‘It’s a little embarrassing, but if it’s this way…!’
So she decided to use a method she often used as a child.
“I.. Raon..! What I’m doing now is not done out of any selfish intention or intention..! Please don’t misunderstand!”
Before doing this, Camilla looked at him with a red face and muttered,
At her words, Raon looked at her as if asking what she was talking about.
“Eight…!”
Camilla thrust her face toward Raon’s, and soon their shadows became one on the sofa.
If you only observed them as shadows, you might mistake them for a newlywed couple on their first day of marriage.
Unfortunately, this did not happen.
Camilla simply placed her forehead against Raon’s. Camilla, who had been touching their foreheads for such a long time, did nothing.
“As expected… You have a fever! Do you have a cold or something?!”
I could infer that he had a cold.
In fact, even without having to touch our foreheads, I could easily infer that he had a fever.
Ah, it was because there was just a little bit of selfishness in it that she locked foreheads with him.
Of course, this was a necessary process to check Raon’s body temperature, and she also thought and firmly believed that.
‘I’ve never done this before except when I checked the temperature of children when they were young… I hope I didn’t make a mistake. Did I look too weird? Were my lips too chapped?!’
Her thoughts were already sailing across the mountains and the seas.
Her condition was like a runaway carriage with broken brakes, and even she herself could not be sure what actions she would take after a little while.
“I’m sorry.. I was going to make you breakfast.. but I just can’t move… I’m sorry..”
Seeing Raon raising his head while looking at her, she regained her senses and looked at him with worried eyes.
Even though he wasn’t feeling well, he tried to make her breakfast.
I looked at her and apologized, even though I had absolutely no reason to be sorry.
Camilla looked at him blankly as if lost in thought, seeing him say sorry even though he had done nothing wrong.
She seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, then came to her senses and looked at Raon’s face, which was flushed red, and spoke.
“Um..! If it’s okay with you, would it be okay if I took care of you??”
Said.
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