“Episode 57”
“Clothun does whatever he wants anyway. What’s the point in asking me?” “Okay.”
Ray thought Clothun would force her to eat again, but he obediently backed away. Instead, he lowered his lips near her collarbone and lightly kissed her as if it were nothing. Ray recoiled as if it were an affectionate gesture. She had fallen for that lie just yesterday, yet her heart fluttered again.
“Maybe enduring it once won’t hurt.”
He talked about fifty years, a hundred years, and even three hundred years. But Ray wanted to ask. Would their relationship really last three hundred years? A relationship as fragile as a sandcastle wouldn’t even last a year. Maybe Clothun wasn’t as pure as he seemed. Ray couldn’t guarantee tomorrow, let alone ten years.
“I don’t want to be with you.”
Clothun said it was inevitable. Ray was horrified. Living forever drinking the blood of someone she harmed? He shattered her dream of becoming an old couple and teasing their grandchildren in an instant.
“I don’t even want to see your face.”
“You’ll want to see it soon.”
With tired eyes, Ray asked what he meant. Clothun tenderly brushed her hair away.
“Seeing nothing in front of you, with an empty mind. You’ll go crazy not being able to look at my blood, my body.”
“Clothun.”
“I’m looking forward to it. How you’ll cling to me in what state.”
“Is that meaningful?”
“Meaning?”
“I don’t understand why you’re forcing yourself on me to satisfy your desires, your appetite. And…”
It was unbelievable that the person who knew how terrible it was said that. A curse or an illness. Someone who suffered from unwanted arousal. Someone who even avoided themselves because of it.
“Whether it’s blood or body, I don’t want anything from you. So you can relax.”
Just by that, it was clear that Clothun didn’t love her. Ray laughed bitterly.
