100 – Third Rate Play – 9
“No, not why Miss Lily acted that way. I want to hear what the hell Mikhail was hiding from me.”
Hestia’s heart thumped. On the outside, she pretended nothing was wrong, but she was honestly worried that her heart might explode. Everything around her became muffled, as if she had been submerged in water, and she heard only the sound of her own heart. Even so, her tone of voice was similar to her usual, showing Hestia’s mental strength.
Of course, what made Hestia great was her mental strength, not her acting skills. Everyone has already noticed this act of pretending nothing is wrong. Hestia only spoke resolutely, but everyone except Lisa noticed that Hestia, unlike usual, was not completely controlling her emotions.
‘I told you! What do we do….’
Hestia pulled her hair into herself. Those words she finally spat out after pondering dozens, hundreds, thousands of times. She got angry at Mikhail for asking her secret for no reason, and even provided an excuse for a fight. Then, in the end, she was helped by Mikhail. At the end of the last, I can’t stand her curiosity. Even as she blamed herself like this, her mouth moved smoothly as if it had been greased.
“Right. It’s a pun. But, Mikhail, is it really not possible? Do you know what I was thinking as I continued to listen to that person’s bullsh*t, tied hand and foot? Maybe that person’s words are true, maybe that’s the secret Mikhail is trying to hide from me.”
It feels like her brain and mouth are playing separately. Hestia lied that she had suspected Mikhail while she was incarcerated, shamelessly.
Of course, Hestia was never shaken by Lisa’s words. At first, when she talked about Mikhail’s secret, she listened for a while because she wanted to know what she was, but her false innuendo must be plausible. She speaks of people as the great demons of lust, but how can you believe that? Hestia wanted to wash her ears at the fornication that she couldn’t bear to say.
When Hestia herself thought of it, Mikhail belonged to the axis of not revealing his color at all. That was one of the few commonalities between Mikhail before the change and Mikhail after the change. Before he changed, Mikhail was a person who didn’t like anything at all rather than an axis that didn’t reveal his color.
Anyway, in Hestia’s opinion, Mikhail didn’t have much interest in women (except for herself, of course). She also had grounds. Mikhail is objectively good-looking, and there are bound to be b*tches with flowers in her hair who read bad romance novels and dream of a hot escape from the academy (Hestia is surprised that she came up with such a radical word so naturally). Am.
Of course, Mikhail, who was handsome, had a good family, and was strong, was the number one target for b*tches with hair like that. Aren’t they like the main characters of the novels they read? The b*tches who dared to approach Mikhail tended to be confident in their appearance and possessed such good looks. But Mikhail cut all those approaches like a knife. Of course, it didn’t matter to her that Mikhail always had Hestia or a group of other women by her side.
In the first place, Hestia had the confidence that Mikhail would not set her eyes on a woman other than herself. She, of course, was shaken for a moment after fighting Mikhail, but that was because her opponents were Cordelia and Lily, and the rest is out of the question. Hestia couldn’t imagine Mikhail kissing and sucking with a woman she didn’t even know her face in her lifetime. Either she or she didn’t want to imagine.
Well, whatever Hestia is thinking, it’s useless since Mikhail doesn’t know it. After all, what Mikhail heard was that Hestia doubted him. Hestia’s shocking remark made Mikhail look quite hurt. Hestia even had the illusion that someone was squeezing her heart.
‘I’m sorry. It’s because I’m a selfish woman. Sorry….’
Hestia repeated to herself. But even she herself couldn’t stop the runaway tongue. Her desire to know Mikhail’s every move and her desire to share even the smallest of his secrets made her unable to stop her. Of course, Hestia herself knew that this was her terribly self-centered idea. Wasn’t she hiding something from Mikhail in the first place?
“Of course I know. There’s no law saying there shouldn’t be secrets between friends and lovers. It’s just, I’m just using a swarm. I want to hear what Mikhail is hiding from me, even with such a swarm. I know what I’m saying is contradictory, but still… !”
Thanks to that, the last cry was close to screaming. What? What made me so desperate? Hestia felt that the world revolved around Mikhail. She used her pack once and just started going out and she just couldn’t stop halfway through. Shall I come and tell you to just do something that didn’t exist? She shook her head. It’s funny. She wouldn’t know if she had buried it at all, but since the word “Doubt” Has been taken out, asking again like this will only build distrust between them.
So I committed it. They swarmed with incoherent logic, like a hateful child who cries until he gets what he wants.
Hestia fell into a deep sense of shame. Is she on the right track now? What if she fights Mikhail again because of this? When she thought to herself earlier, why did she say this when she had promised to apologize to Mikhail first? Why does my body and head not listen to me when I stand in front of Mikhail?
It was the first time in her life that her words came out impulsively unlike what she thought, as she always acted rationally.
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Maybe that’s why, when the words came out of Mikhail’s mouth that she would obediently tell her everything, Hestia thought she heard her wrong. For that short time, in her clear mind, she kept simulating what had happened after being bitterly rejected by Mikhail.
“Really?”
“Yes. Really.”
“Hey, is this a good story for me to hear?”
Cordelia, who was fidgeting next to Hestia, asked. Lilya knew what Mikhail was going to talk about, so she sat still, and Lisa stared into space with empty eyes, as if she had no interest in the story on this side at all. The only thing she was at a loss for was Cordelia.
Hestia, she thought, she was honestly, really honestly, very briefly, but she wasn’t all right. She even though she called for her to stay here. She didn’t. She just wanted to get all three of them outside. Hestia, with a hint of her anticipation, asked Mikhail softly.
“Mikhail, that….”
“It’s okay. Even if Cordelia listens.”
Hestia was disappointed, but she did her best not to show her disappointment. Yes, I don’t know what Mikhail’s secret is, but it must be because Lily and Cordelia need to hear it too.
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Meanwhile, Mikhail started talking. The contents were too shocking and confusing for her Hestia.
Amnesia? His confession, which started with an out-of-the-box request to recall himself from last year, was full of unbelievable details. Certainly, on the occasion of one day (Hestia even wrote a note on her calendar saying that this day was a special day), Mikhail changed drastically.
If last year’s Mikhail was a man closer to a doll than a human as he self-helped out, Mikhail after that day was a very human man, except for the occasional unknowable appearance.
If the memory loss was real, it could explain everything from why he suddenly changed to his mysterious appearance. The sudden change of person, the suspiciously careless side of personal likes and dislikes, and the occasional lack of common sense.
That’s how Hestia thought. If you think about it a little more calmly, there are many suspicious things about why memories disappeared for no reason, why only episodic memories disappeared while leaving semantic memories alone. However, due to the current shock, it was an idea that Hestia could not think of.
A lot of fragmented thoughts swirled around in her head. It’s like an unorganized desk drawer. You need to rummage through and organize your drawers to find what you want. And one of the first questions I found in the organized drawer.
Originally, the question that Hestia wanted to ask Mikhail the most was why did she suddenly show a crush on herself? And this question could not be fully explained by the fact that it was amnesia. It is possible to omit the word ‘suddenly’ from the sentence, but the fundamental question of why he has a crush on himself has not been resolved.
The fact that the man she had opened her heart to and eventually fell in love with was actually a different person from her fiancé, and the question of what to do when her original memories suddenly returned one day, were all second to this question. .
“Is it okay if I ask a question?”
“As much as you like.”
“If you don’t have any memories of the past, the first time you met me that day, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then why… ?”
After preparing herself not to be shocked by any answer, she asked Mikhail. Choosing the right words and asking a question in a perfect sentence was too difficult for Hestia now, so the question was considerably omitted.
‘Let’s not be disappointed when we hear the cruel truth. It’s something I brought on myself.’
Hestia repeated to herself. Of course, it was clear that she would not be able to keep her sanity if she really returned a chilling reply like “It’s in the family’s interest to keep the engagement.”
“Don’t listen and laugh. It was love at first sight. If such a pretty person is my fiancé, I want to look good….”
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Mikhail was fiddling with his ear lobe as if it was hot, she said. Hestia was dazed without answering anything. She knew with her own body that when she felt an inexpressible change in her emotions, she felt as if she had been hit with a hammer.
When Hestia regained her senses, she felt that her eyes were blurring before she knew it. When she said that she was covered in tears, she thought she was exaggerating. Even after wiping, she just kept her head down and wet her floor as her tears continued to flow. There’s really no such thing as rudeness. She pries first, then doesn’t say anything and continues to drag on.
She also had a lot to say, but it got caught in her chest and couldn’t get out of her mouth. No, it’s not that she has a lot to say. She didn’t even know what Hestia herself was feeling. She didn’t even know how to express herself. She felt sorry for digging out what she was suffering and wanted to hide, and she was grateful that she still liked her. She is glad that Mikhail told her that she fell in love with her at first sight, and she hates herself for taking joy in this situation as well.
She somehow stops her tears and she has to tell Michael her words, but she doesn’t think to stop as if her tear glands are out of order. It was Mikhail’s apology that set a wedge here.
“I’m sorry I hid it for a while. The Mikhail that Hestia knew so far and I are different people, and in a way, thinking that I took that person’s place, she didn’t have the courage to say anything. But Hestia, if she knew you would go through so much trouble with my secret, she would have just revealed it a long time ago.”
The dam collapsed. Hestia was overcome with emotion to the point that she couldn’t even think of holding it in until she began to sob. How long would it be for her to reveal her feelings like this? She was taken aback by the old look of her friend, whom even Cordelia hadn’t seen in a long time.
“Huh, huh. aaang!”
Hestia wept sadly. And in the meantime, she opened her arms and whined to Mikhail to hug him. She didn’t do anything consciously, her body just moved on its own. Mikhail automatically recalled his memory from the last party. Even then, he was drunk and pampered me for a hug.
When Hestia turns her down, she’s spoiled. Mikhail put new information into his head. When she was drunk, she was honestly in trouble, but since she was crying like this, she calmed her down slowly, thinking that she would jump out whenever Hestia heard that she was cute.
It took a while for Hestia to come to her senses and sit quietly away from Mikhail without saying anything.