Ch. 126 I Favor You (1)
Louise couldnât say anything for a long time. She didnât even know where to begin. She stared at the small candle shining alone in the dark, the orange flame eating through the white candle.
âThere is.â
She spoke the first words, but found it difficult to continue.
âActually, I mean.â
She fidgeted with the warm jacket wrapped around her shoulders.
âI-I knewââ
Louise pulled her eyes away from the candle and looked up at Ian carefully.
âI knew you, President, even before we metâ¦â
He gave her a puzzled look, but his face soon relaxed as if he understood her.
âI suppose so. The capital records everything from childhood to old age.â
âNo, thatâs not what I mean!â
Louise mended her words. They would have to talk, but it would be a long one.
âI mean that I know what happens now, at the present. Not about the young crown prince.â
He looked at her incredulously. Thank goodness she was a careful speaker, or anyone else would have immediately asked her if she was a witch.
âI knew you would become like this.â
âLike what?â
âJust.â
Louise turned to the candle again.
â â¦Perfect.â
Just as she read in the novel.
âYouâre sweet and you have a good mind, even when you pretend you donât.â
âIn other words, I grew up to your expectations. You should know youâre far beyond my expectations.â
âI donât mean expectations!â
The jacket slipped off shoulders because of her forceful answer. Ian wordlessly adjusted the jacket, his touch warm and friendly, as if to reassure her that he would always be on her side.
â â¦I.â
Louise managed to continue.
âI mean that I knew the future.â
âHow?â
He asked without any hesitation.
âI saw it.â
âDid someone give you a prophecy?â
âItâs not a prophecyâ¦â
Louise bit her lip.
âYouâll think Iâm crazy when I tell you this.â
âI doubt it. Unless you want to say youâve come to hate me.â
âHow can I say thatâ¦?â
âItâs alright as long as itâs not that. Anything at all.â
His words gave Louise the courage to go on.
âWell, itâs so old that I almost forgot.â
She grabbed her ring finger carefully.
âOne day. There was a girl.â
She bowed her head deeply. Beyond the pitch darkness of the candle, there was the name and face of a girl that had long since disappeared.
âThe childâ¦dreamed of being ordinary.â
She had been afraid of reality.
âSometimes it was hard to breathe, and she couldnât run away.â
And so whenever her heart was sore, she read novels. She devoured anything, as long as the protagonist was loved, the story was heartwarming, and the ending was happy. When she read those stories, she didnât have to think about reality.
âSome were books, but there was one on the screen.â
â â¦Screen?â
It could mean a PC or a mobile screen, but she read it on a PC. She also had the added benefit of looking at larger versions of the artwork. She wanted to say, âI love you, illustrator!â
But she couldnât answer that. How should she explain it?
âItâs like a magic orb from a fairy tale book. A reflection of another worldâ¦â
âAh.â
He nodded right away.
âI saw you there.â
âRight.â
âTo me, it was a story of another world that I could watch. But I loved it, truly.â
âSo, how did the Louise Sweeney of the distant world come to me?â
âLouise Sweeney wasâwas there from the beginning.â
Louise twisted her finger a little harder.
âOne day.â
Her mind turned towards a moment. It was a moment that didnât make sense even when she thought about it now.
âI opened my eyes and I was here.â
He gave a small âHmm?â sound. It was obvious that she didnât understand. How could she make him understand something like that? She didnât know the answer.
âWell, I opened my eyes, and I was here. Here in the body of Louise Sweeney.â
âWhen was that?â
âIt was a long time before I met you. From a very young ageâ¦â
ââ¦â
âIâm sorry.â
She felt like she had been deceiving him, and she murmured a deep apology. But the truth was, she had been deceiving him. Him and everyone else that gave her their unconditional love. For no reason, Louise slid her finger down.
âWhy are you apologizing?â
His hand followed hers and caught her retreating fingertips. Then her twined his fingers with hers, as if they belonged to him.
His touch burned vividly on her hand. The solid flesh, the sensation of each otherâs skin, and warmth that emitted from his palm.
He was real. He was a real Ian Audmonial.
â â¦I am a fake.â
The fact had been bothering her for a long time. Her happiness was as dark as the shadows.