Syl_7

"Ehen... Syl?" Being called, I quitted from the conversation about work, blinked and refocused on the ceruleans of my Sylvia. "Hmm...? Qu'est-ce qu'il y a, ma mademoiselle?" I was quite confused, but trapped the next second. "The date, Syl. Don't you remember your anniversary?"

Definitely I remember it, but it is so complex this year that I've almost forgetten it... I mean... I know I'm actually evading it.

But anyway, now I'm here in her palace, lighting the tapers in the skull candlesticks along the corridor we've once walked. Sylvia is assisting me but causally. As she is looking around through those columns, arcades, stairways and landings, she seems perplexed, asking me "is she... not here?"

The words fails me. She should have known it all if she had not beens totally numb at that time. I can see the recovery of briskness in my girl and the enhancement of connection between us now, though my Majesty is still praying her Moirae, ours, restlessly. What's worse, even Dr Zieglar is involved this time, leaving me, we two, we alone, cornered.

That's right. But that's not the problem.

We are approaching the main hall now. I can then keep my head up towards the direction of the throne, saying—

"it was... a year of achievement... probably. See, my long-haunting wraith of regret has been set back to its tomb with a decent 'redemption'; My career has got a debut, a result to the best of my endeavor; My self-exploration has a significant step forward... But I cannot let you see them as easily as before now. You are in trouble, in trouble that I can never help, in trouble that was actually built by me, myself. Just like—"

Those tapers, all tapers in this palace, are lit at once at my thought. Feeble light permeate the darkness in the hall to show me the throne, empty and silent, with my Sylvia holding my hand by my side.

"these tapers and many others trivia... Many rights and more wrongs." I continue to talk to ourselves, wry. "I don't know, though I hope that I could make thing right, for me, for ourselves, and for you."

Tapers go out one by one as I leave the hall, the darkness prevailing again. Then the scarlets ignite and approach the window, unveiling lips with imperceptible curves below. Outsides, broad wings slash the indigo sky, leaving a milky way left behind and towards the moon.

by Syl & Sylvia @ 2023-08-11 00:16:23 @ Beijing, Haidian District
originally posted @ https://www.cnblogs.com @ 2023-08-11

pic created by "CZ" (sign on bottom-right corner on skull)

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