Cat in the Pupa - Chapter 7.1
Bella picked up a small knife. Then, without an ounce of hesitation, she held it against her wrist. She had only one goal in mind: cutting her wrist with the knife. She was not afraid to do so. Because she was more afraid of living without him.
The moment she was about to slit her wrist, a whitish cloud of smoke started to formulate in front of her eyes. The partially transparent smoke gathered more and more into the shape of something.
Bella was shocked to see the condensed smoke move on its own into a visible shape, so shocked that the steel knife in her hand was rattling. She couldn’t dream of touching the smoke nor could she take her eyes off the phenomenon happening in front of her.
Because the shape formed by the condensed smoke was Arthur; the sharp face she liked and the wide arms that always hugged her. It was none other than him. No doubt about it. She said to him, in a quivering voice, “Arthur…?”
The smoke didn’t respond, but it cracked a smile as if it heard Bella’s words. She approached the smoke as if possessed, putting her hand on it. Her hand went through the shape, which only consisted of smoke. With her hand still held out, she calmly studied Arthur’s appearance. Then, she found something unusual.
There was nothing where Arthur’s lower body should have been. Just smoke. Nothing else. Bella then figured out what had appeared in front of her.
“A gho… ghost?”
It was a ghost that had lost its true identity.
Kit stopped reading and imagined the story for a moment. The image of Bella, who had lost her beloved lover, and Arthur, who could only look at her sadly. Is death the salvation of Bella’s life without Arthur?
At the same time, she remembered Edwin. What if Edwin, who used to say death was salvation, was also living life after losing someone precious? So what if that’s why death was salvation for him, too?
Having thought about Bella, Arthur, and Edwin all day, Kit couldn’t fall asleep. Falling asleep after a few hours of tossing and turning, she dreamt of something weird.
The surroundings were jet black, and she couldn’t see a thing. When she wondered what a strange dream it was, a light leaked out from the dark background, and the scene changed.
The first thing she saw was a hell of a lot of people. In the middle of the cheering crowd stood a man. It was a middle-aged man wearing a red robe, smiling gently at the crowd. He had a beautiful head of gray hair. From looking at him, Kit got an odd sense of deja vu as if she’d seen him somewhere before.
Then, the man’s eyes shifted from the crowd to Kit. His black eyes were chillingly transparent—smooth gray hair and black eyes. Kit could recognize that he really resembled someone she’d met.
Edwin Arthur Windsor. That’s who he resembled. Sooner or later the identity of the middle-aged man in the middle of the crowd came to mind. He was Edwin’s father.
At that same time, she realized that she knew exactly why she had felt deja vu. When she was very young, she happened to go to the capital and saw him reigning in the crowd. The scene unfolding in her dream now was the same she had seen that day as a child.
Kit couldn’t understand after so many years why suddenly she was seeing him in her dream like this. The man, who was looking at her, moved his lips. When he did that, she heard a clear voice that sounded too real to be a dream. The voice of Edwin’s father.
‘You will soon see.’
With a strange feeling, she opened her eyes again, and the day was bright. The feeling of the dream was much different than her dreams in the past. Because despite it being just a dream, she strangely imagined it like it was real. It wasn’t just the dream landscape that was vivid.
‘You will soon see.’
Kit recalled the ghastly voice. Was it a message? Did Edwin’s father mean that she will see someone? The late king? How is she supposed to see someone dead? Lying on her bed, she thought deeply about it for a long time, but she couldn’t decipher the message. It was just a dream or something.
Kit eventually got out of bed, giving up on the impossible message. As she got up, the first thing that popped into her mind was Edwin. She wanted to visit him again and persuade him not to ride the carriage. She still didn’t want him to die. Even though he had left her with the saying ‘Death is salvation.’
But today she was a little worried. Because of the confession she had made yesterday. Every time she thought about how she had said that she didn’t like him but loved him, she felt like dying of embarrassment. Although Edwin had not even pretended to hear the confession.
Kit didn’t even know if that was a good thing. Because if Edwin had been embarrassed by her confession, she would have been more hesitant on her way to him. She didn’t know if she should take it as luck or not. Feeling reluctant, she prepared to leave. However things panned out, she wanted to see Edwin. That was one thing that remained unchanged.