No More Regrets, Just K*ll Me

 

“Ariadeline……!”

 

His voice echoed. She cautiously turned around on the railing.

 

Without even approaching, Carlothian looked at her with wide open eyes.

 

His trembling hand reached out.

 

“Come down, please. I beg you.”

 

Carlothian pursed his lips. All he could do now was plead with her.

 

“C,can’t you live for me…?”

 

He slowly dropped to his knees. She carefully observed his figure.

 

The man, who was usually so arrogant, was now on his knees.

 

“Can’t you live because of me…?”

 

Tears streamed from his eyes. Ariadeline smirked.

 

‘Ah, you’re crying for me now.’

 

It could have been touching, but she still felt nothing.

 

“I’ll do anything. I’ll do whatever it takes. Please…”

 

The man who once coldly pushed her away was now kneeling and begging in front of her.

 

‘What should I feel here? Your sincerity, or amusement. I don’t know. I don’t feel anything.’

 

She felt nothing now.

 

‘Carlothian.’

 

She pursed her lips, suddenly remembering something.

 

“-.”

 

Though no sound came out, his eyes widened as he saw her mouth form words. The tears that had stopped fell once again.

 

“Yeah…….”

 

With tears staining his face, he muttered to himself.

 

“I was arrogant.”

 

Clutching his shirt as if to tear it, he pleaded. His voice cracked deeply and trembled.

 

“I shouldn’t have let you…….”

 

Countless old words flashed through Carlothian’s mind.

 

‘I’m sick and tired of women like you.’

 

Words that had hurt her deeply.

 

‘All you can leave behind is your name.’

 

The cold look in his eyes. The foolish days when he never felt he could love her.

 

Carlothian chewed over his past self, spitting out those words.

 

Like someone with a knife pressed against their throat. Like a person crawling dying thirst.

 

“I love you…….”

 

His two hands covered his face.

 

“-I love you, please.”

 

But Ariadeline’s expression remained unchanged. His heartfelt confession didn’t reach her.

 

Carlothian despaired as he looked at her face. To you, my love is just like mere dust.

 

Like an unnecessary lump of clay to you. He bit his lip.

 

Yet he didn’t stop talking. He couldn’t stop now. She might throw herself if he did.

 

Carlothian pleaded with her.

 

“It’s okay if you don’t love me.”

 

He just wanted his voice to reach her, even just a bit.

 

Please, Ariadeline.

 

I was foolish. I won’t let that happen again. If only I could tear my past words apart and shatter my arrogant self.

 

So, Ariadeline. Please. Please.

 

“Give me…….”

 

Give me a chance.

 

He wanted to love her so much that he couldn’t think of anything else.

 

He wanted to love her to the point where nothing else mattered, drowned out by his own love.

 

“Give me a chance to love you…….”

 

But she soon…….