Cat in the Pupa - Chapter 7.2
When Kit arrived at the library, Edwin was still sitting in the same chair, in the same position. Kit cleared her voice with a few fake coughs. Then, she soon approached him and said quietly, “You shouldn’t take the…”
The moment she was about to tell him he shouldn’t take the carriage, Edwin cut her off at once.
“I am going to take it.”
She looked at Edwin in silence. When her eyes fell on his impassable face, she was worried that she might not be able to persuade him today. On the other hand, she was excited to see him. Was there anything else she could do after having already confessed to him anyway? That was courage that had sprung up strangely.
“Do you not know what death is? It is when you do not exist on this earth,” said Kit in an arguing tone. As soon as she said that, Edwin responded without even looking her way.
“Have you forgotten that you promised not to bother me?”
Ignoring his question, Kit brought up something else. His eyes were still glued to the book in front of him.
“You don’t have anything precious? Well… like a pet or something? If you die, you can’t ever see it again.”
“I don’t raise such things.”
“Then what about something you want to achieve before you die?”
Edwin’s replies fired back quickly like bullets. It was like whatever she said, he’d say the same thing: ‘Nothing’. If he had even an ounce of consideration for her, he would not be responding so quickly.
“Nothing. There is nothing worth staying here.”
Edwin, who had been looking at his book the whole time, was now looking at Kit. His stare was much chillier than it’d been yesterday. It was clear that he still was not fond of her.
But all she wanted to do was save him. That’s more or less what she was hoping for. Edwin was obviously her first love, but she had never wanted to develop a sexual relationship with him. Because she already knew that was an unreachable dream. It was right not to hope for what would never happen.
She knew her own mind so clearly, and all she wanted from him was to tell him to not ride the carriage. But why was he looking at her with such cold eyes? Kit mustered up a little more courage and said to him, “There is something. Something worth you staying here.” Kit paused and continued at his silence, “It is me… The one who loves you. Kit Gerald. I am crazy for you.”
She dwelled on the unbelievable words that just flew out of her mouth. She would never have said that if she were timid like she’d been in the past. But since returning, she has been strangely good at speaking her mind. Perhaps she was also tired of her life, which was a series of misfortunes, and just let go of everything.
Edwin grinned at her words and replied, “Where on earth did you get the confidence to say that? You mean I should live with an ugly woman I only just met a few days ago? Damn you.”
She knew her attempts to persuade him were futile; she had to find more words to shake him up. Stormy, fierce words that’ll rattle Edwin’s stone-cold heart.
“If you die, I will also die,” she said as she looked at him with determination in her eyes. Alright, this would certainly shake him up if he was a man with a bit of emotion. It wasn’t long before he finally started to react to her words. Distorting his mouth, Edwin’s smile was borderline ridiculing Kit.
“That is not my concern.”
How could his mockery be so beautiful? His laugh, in perfect harmony with his haughty chin movements, was nothing short of brilliant. How wonderful it would be if he smiled properly. As Kit thought of that, she couldn’t take her eyes off of Edwin. But her appreciation didn’t last long. Because Edwin’s face turned stiff once again.
Had Kit failed at convincing him again? She took a long, deep breath. How was she supposed to convince him now?
When she was wondering if she had failed to persuade him like that, a cloud of smoke began to rise next to Edwin’s neat gray hair. The suddenly formulating smoke was the same color as his hair. It moved in a strange form and began to shape up.
Kit wondered if it was a hallucination. But the shape of the smoke looked too unusual to call it that. Soon the grayish smoke was in full shape. And surprisingly it became the shape of a human. The ghost had the face of a man in his forties. Kit suddenly recalled the scene in the book she’d read yesterday where Bella saw Arthur’s soul.
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 looked down at the floor where the smoke was collecting. Then, goosebumps spread all over her body. Because the smoke that made the shape of a human torso and face didn’t have anything below the waist. It was the same thing that Bella had seen.
“A gho… ghost?”