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Some words penetrate more sharply than the well-sharpened blade.
Just by making the sound of those words out loud, you should wait for the flame caused by them to burn down all the things it can burn since they make a tactile illusion of a burning throat.
Alina.
That Elafia’s name was exactly the kind of name for the Draco.
They had talked about their farewell countlessly. Nevertheless, Talulah has fallen apart with just a light touch. Maybe it was because Talulah have only imagined the world without Talulah herself without realizing it, even if Alina consistently talked about the importance of preparing for the parting is essential for confronting the disease that slowly chips away at one’s hope. Coping with a loss that has never been thought of before maturely will surely be a hard thing for the whole lifetime.
Standing alone in the tundra, the scent of the cold winter comes into her, and she slowly closes her eyes. Talulah painted over the moment when they had little but could laugh and talk on this frozen, empty land. The voices and the figures of those who have already left seem to be here. Recalling the way Alina handed a warm tea, Talulah eventually lifted her eyelids.
Even if it was too late to realize the love the Elafia delivered until the last moment, she could make it back to the right track because of that love. Thinking of this, she says her name quietly, in a low tone.
It was also a bitter confession of love.