You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 430 — The Night of Start… and End…

After that night, complex days were experienced by many but the child herself. Marianne’s concerns fell on the preparations she needed to make for the Ball which was to change everything the foreign soul knew. Cautiousness in her every step enhanced the more the days passed without any of the expected trouble, nevertheless, her plans continued contrary to the suspicions accompanying her days; for it was the aim of such plans that impulsed eagerness within herself against the uncertainty... while innocent tension was kept between them in every exchange and light graze accomplished, calming and reassuring the anticipation the event would bring.

’The start of the original... as it is right now, we will make it alive to it, sweetheart...’ — Elizabeth, told the born in this realm with fond expectation while caressing the treasure of a spirit’s tear decorating her limb. — ’Once we make sure they have met... let’s see if what we have been waiting for will be allowed to happen.’

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I’ve been going crazy with anxiety.

The fact the end of the wait is near has me on the tip of my toes for too many reasons I’m actually tired of recalling. But even though I can’t say we’re safe and out of danger since the time has yet to arrive...

’Tomorrow... if nothing happens from now to this time tomorrow...’ — "We’ll be officially able to say we made it, Marianne..."

It hasn’t been that many minutes since Kinky left our chamber after doing the practice I still do yet don’t need as urgently. These days have been nervewracking when it comes to his gentlemanly way of flirting... giving us those stares that make us conscious... as well as how I cannot allow my guard to lower since every little thing has become something to be cautious of. After all, death is looking to take us with it... or at least that’s how it was supposed to be given the storyline I know.

Nothing dangerous has happened, surprisingly. The days are actually peaceful and my activities simply flowed so smoothly that it became kind of suspicious given the circumstances we’re in. However... now I’m very close to the end... which ironically, will end with an actual beginning.

’Everything could go terribly well or terribly wrong... it could also have a tied result... but I feel that if its a tie maybe it could become more troublesome with the ambiguity of it.’

At this point, I’m simply trying not to fall asleep. Within myself who knows it is the last night before the Ball we need to survive and assist, I know that the closer we get to the event, the more danger could get to us.

’It’s a basic path in every plot... I won’t fall into any traps at this point in the story. I’m not stupid, idiotic author.’

... But then again, it’s funny I said that with the hate I’ve been mastering up against the creator of "Enchanting Lady Karina"... because it turns out I’m quite stupid.

I fell asleep shortly after glaring at an invisible person with foolish arrogance. And yet I can still laugh it off because nothing actually happened and instead I slept the best I have since my original life.

’I am blessed by luck and a chamber inhabited by spirits.’ — In my delusion, I smirked after overcoming the shock of waking up with a thread of saliva down my cheek. My arrogance only wanted to feel stronger after surviving the last night so stupidly effortlessly after all. — ’See that, author? Even your original story doesn’t like you more than it likes my existence. You suck.’

"..." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

’Yes, that was a little too much. If I mock the author too strongly the tables may turn on us...’ — Understanding the judgmental glare Marianne dedicated to my soul, I got my ego together and lowered it a tad aware of karma’s existence.

The fact that the day itself arrived is truly making me nervous, and along with nervousness, I tend to say or do stupid things out of anxiety. Hence, it’s good to have a friend that can pull me out of it.

"..."

’Hmm... Say things...’ — Then my track of thought decided to wander into more exciting matters. Making the anxiety become a happy one while I sat on the edge of our mattress when the light was yet to feel strong outside and allowed in our room.

"Hahah... to say things... there are some I want to say today but they are somehow embarrassing now that the day arrived~~" — With the voice we had managed to train and grow for so many months, I chuckled at the sensation of such pure and sweet sound we came to have sent through ourselves, while I playfully moved our legs that had almost lost all stiffness ecstatic at the feeling.

"... Can you believe it, Marianne?" — Happy, I closed our eyes as I looked up. Feeling the shared thrill my best friend and I held brilliantly inside... from the very bottom of our hearts... that almost felt as one. — "It’s tonight... and we’re still here... Our voice is soft yet audible to anyone... if we want to yell it might be a little too much but... We made it."

’...~~’

"We made it to this day..."

Marianne’s pleasant sensation warmed our body further to the satisfaction and relaxation this accomplishment brought to our beings. And silent, as we have been known by others, we simply relished in the feelings invading us so early this morning.

Although we couldn’t allow it for long, we made sure to enjoy the brief sentiments. Both becoming slightly solemn the more the time to enjoy it passed and the more something else we knew needed to be brought up was pushing its way out of our mouth.

"We made it... so it’s time you also come to a decision..." — The time we have spent surviving and getting better cannot be left solely to feel this satisfaction and put into action the little plan we prepared only thinking about ourselves tonight. There were many other more important things we... and more specifically Marianne, needed to take care of and I had incited her to do ever since I came to live inside her and learned this reality she lived.