Cursed Love - Chapter 6
Those were really cruel words to me. Now I only have Delphine. My granddaughter, Delphine. My Delphine, who doesn’t even know that I am her grandmother, and still loves and relies on me, who is nothing more than an old, blind old wimp. All the efforts I made to save Delphinia, who is the mother and my one and only daughter, from living a miserable life, are all in vain.
In the end, when my daughter, Delphinia, died before me, I lost my eyes forever and I thought I lost you too… Even if I couldn’t see you, I could recognize you. How beautiful you are, how lovable you are, I can see again and again every moment, through my eyes that are forever closed. I did, but in the end I couldn’t protect you. When you hear the old stories I tell you, how happy you are with a ray of joy even on these long, long nights and days that are hard to endure.
About the child who said he didn’t know, and used to explain to me how brightly I smiled. I closed my eyes. There was nothing strange about dying at the end of the cold and hunger, but I wanted to endure more. If you can share even a little warmth. If only I could tell an endlessly enriching story that would make me forget the terrible reality for a while. I’ve been waiting for that… yet what the angels picked up was a dirty corpse.
It was just that the day was cold and the decay was delayed because it was terribly frozen and the breath was terribly cold. Even so, my Delphine couldn’t let go of my frozen body. It wasn’t that she was craving some warmth from me. My body, which is older and sicker than my age, became a field of ice in an instant.
That’s why she wouldn’t even be able to smell the ‘grandmother’s smell’ from me anymore, no matter what the stench was. Holding on to me like that, I watched Delphine weep and shed hot tears. Only after the body dies and becomes a soul separated from the body… Only then did I look down at the child’s lovely face and delicate blood, feeling a pain that was thicker and stronger than any pain I had ever experienced in life.
“Ah, Grandma Irene. You should have eaten the piece of bread I was about to give you yesterday. Ah, grandma… uhhuh…” The kind- hearted Delphine was regretting the night before. A piece of unhardened bread that I happened to get was smeared with a very small amount of maple tree sap of a light consistency. Even without seeing it, I could see the difficulties and crises that a child must have gone through to get it.
“I have tasted it all before. Just hearing the sound of you eating can bring back memories of what I ate in the past.”
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