Evelyn stopped unwittingly, trying to hold Fabianâs hand.
Just as the past that couldnât be erased, she grabbed the hand that once lived as her husband. Although she said clearly just a moment ago that the relationship between them was already over.
âWait, is it all right to walk together for a while?â Fabian asked suddenly. He pulled his hands back, which hadnât had a chance to touch her yet.
Evelyn hesitated for a moment, then nodded. As Fabian said, it seemed to be all right.
âWould you like to see the gardenâ¦?â
Fabian nodded at Evelynâs words. Evelyn got up first and walked away, keeping her distance from him. Fabianâs footsteps were far wider, and he easily caught up with her.
As the wind blew, Evelyn felt Fabianâs body scent, and she kept rushing her steps.
âThis is a walk, so no need to rush.â Fabian said softly. Evelyn didnât notice that a man was looking at them, gloomily on their way to the garden.
Fabian was different, but Fabian and Liam had a similar mindset, in away. The prediction Liam was going to hover around here was exactly right.
âItâs just the two of us, but nobody is here, so slow down.â
Fabianâs lip curled gently as he said it. Evelyn didnât know if her eyes made contact with him because he was so far away, but she was fully aware of where Liam was.
â······Yeah.â Evelyn then turned around the corner without seeing Liam.
The garden of Felice Palace, which was full of summer greenery, welcomed both of them. The dense foliage was shading the promenade on which they walked created a shady atmosphere.
âItâs summer.â Fabian said so plainly. Evelyn then slowed her pace, staring back at him. Looking at his serious face, he seemed to have come up with some topic in his mind.
âYeah, itâs summer.â without knowing it, Evelyn gave a bitter smile.
Fabian was a capable Emperor, but their private conversation was too serious. But it was apparent that he struggled to find a topic. And to start talks with the topic of the season was a great development for him.
âItâs the season when the trees start to get shady. Itâs nice to feel the freshness,â When Evelyn said a word, Fabianâs face lightened up a little without her knowing.
âIs summer your favorite season?â asked Fabian.
âNo, I like all seasons.â
âAll,â¦â¦. I thought you liked winter.â
Suddenly, Evelyn got a puzzled look on her face.
âYou were born in late winter.â
She didnât even think that her birthday would come out from her ex-husbandâs mouth.
âAt that timeâ¦.. when you told me I didnât know anything about you, I found it in my own way.â
Fabianâs proud face looked strange. In some ways, it was just a trivial matter, but once he paid attention, his real personality, who was detailed and sincere, came to her mind.
âBut your birthday itâs the same week as my fatherâs memorial service, so the Imperial family celebrates your birthday in spring.â
Either way, how indifferent her husband was, in truth, Fabian never ignored her birthday. But because of that, he vaguely remembered Evelynâs birthday in the spring. Since he recalled, spring flowers at the banquet always bloomed to celebrate her birthday.
âIt is not ⦠that I was mistaken, but I had my own excuse.â A leafâs shadow moved over Fabianâs serious face. If he werenât sorry, that would be a lie, but that was already in the past since Fabian had been responsible for this continentâs stability from an early age.
âEven now. I like those little things.â
âSo, why are you telling me this? You donât like wasting time.â
Fabian hesitated for a moment. He wanted to convey it, but he hadnât been able to describe it in words. âItâs not a waste of timeâ¦â¦Yeah, I honestly thought it was a waste at first.â
His dark eyes stared at Evelyn deeply, âAs I searched and recorded what you asked me, the little things I remember about you, I couldnât figure out what those little things meant.â
âDid you search and record it?â Evelynâs face was stained with bewilderment.
âI did, but I burned it.â
âWhat?â Gradually, she couldnât understand what Fabian meant.
âBut it wasnât erased from my memory. Those little things kept getting on my mind.â
He first asked Serus to find out about Evelyn, and then he started looking for it himself. It was only after he burned the paper that he knew what those things meant.
âThe blue hydrangea.â Fabian was pointing his long fingers at the flowers in the garden.
âIt also bloomed in the Empress âs palace garden. You never planted a flower but I heard that you liked the blue hydrangea.â
Menâs minds were so mysterious that they couldnât go back once they were conscious of it. Fabian saw the flowers for the first time and realized how he thought of someone.
âYou loved a butterfly-shaped pie. I was told you always used the tea sets brought from the Felice Kingdom when drinking tea, but I learned youâve spent all your time studying and practicing the imperial court etiquette.â
It was a story that even Evelyn had forgotten.
âYou looked after me when you didnât do your job as an Empress. What kind of day I had, what I liked and disliked.â
There were days like that. Somehow he wanted to find the meaning of marriage.
âNow, everything is meaningless.â
âI know that much.â Fabian nodded, âBut remembering it⦠It was not meaningless to think of you when I looked at the flowers.â
Without knowing it, Evelyn looked into Fabianâs eyes. Fabian, in front of her now, was clumsy and calmly confessing what he felt.
âSo I understand, no matter how trivial it may be, remembering it for someone makes it special. That alone means something.â
His low voice still sounded heavy, but his eyes were a little different. The eyes of a man, not the Emperorâs eyes that Evelyn remembered, were looking for an answer.
âIs the answer I found ⦠correct?â Fabian said hesitantly. He also bit his burning lips and looked at Evelyn as if he was wrong. âWhat I wanted to tell you wasnât the trivial things, but the mind to remember them, Iâ¦.â
âPlease stop it.â Evelyn interrupted Fabian in a soft voice.
âAm I wrong?â Fabianâs voice sounded bitter as if he was discouraged.
âYour Majesty is always right.â
âThatâs as an Emperor. Now Iâm asking as a man who was your husband.â
Fabian always spoke in an indifferent and stiff tone. It was his lifelong habit. And it wasnât that different now. However, Evelyn was able to feel a slight difference. How difficult it was for Fabian to say that.
âItâs not wrong.â
âThenâ¦?â
Evelyn smiled faintly. Fabianâs eyes, which were about to shine, stopped.
âIt wasnât wrong, but itâs too late.â
Evelynâs smile was as beautiful as her beauty. Fabian, who was seeing it, seemed to have a heavy stone landing on his chest. For the first time in his life, he felt helpless.
âYour Majesty, please donât worry about me anymore.â Her soft and gentle voice was cruelly the same as his memories.
âIâm trying to correct my mistake.â
âNo, you donât have to do that anymore.â
Fabian was briefly silenced by Evelynâs determined smile. Evelyn stopped walking and stood in front of the fountain in the garden. Her white, slender finger held a petal of a blue hydrangea.
âWhatever it is, if you realize itâs wrong, you can fix it.â said Fabian.
He was Right. It could have been if it was a public service. But Instead of answering, Evelyn put the petals down on the fountain. A delicate, blue petal flowed down the stream.
âYour Majesty.â
The petals were floating over the clear water.
âOur relationship seems to just follow the flowing water.â
Along a stream of water across the garden, farâ¦..farther away.
âNo one canât reverse the flow, no matter how small a stream of water is.â
Even Fabianâs eyes could see the petals that had gone away.
âI can grab it with my hands, I can reverse the flow without turning it back.â
Evelyn kept a faint smile at Fabianâs still confident attitude.
âThen what happens? I can hold it in your hand wherever the water flows.â asked Fabian.
âYes, you couldâ¦.â
Surprisingly, Evelyn answered gently. But Fabian didnât feel relieved. Just like the flowing petals, Evelyn right in front of him looked faint. She was in front of his eyes, but he couldnât reach her.
âBut you didnât.â
Fabianâs face hardened when Evelyn caught the petals before his eyes. He could, but he didnât. And it was too late when he talked about it.
âYou didnât catch it when it was in front of your eyes, you let it float along the flowing water.â
The regret was also late. Evelyn said that.
âDonât look back and think about it. You donât have to push yourself to find an answer.â
âIâm trying to find it because I want to.â
âNo, donât want it.â Evelynâs blue eyes were as clear and calm as water.
âLike the water flows, like the seasons go, like the wind blowsâ¦..â
Only
There was no shadow of regret anywhere in that beautiful trail. That drove Fabianâs remaining regrets even more crazy.
âEvelyn, Iâ¦..â Now the ugly feelings, like regret and longing, belonged to Fabian.
âPlease let it go like that.â
Just then did the late regret and anguish choke Fabianâs heart. The remorse had his chest tied like a chain.
âLike I didâ¦.â
The wind blew again. He couldnât feel any regrets from Evelynâs easy-going smile.
A strong summer breeze rammed through the hole in Fabianâs chest.
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