I Should Have Just Died

id’s smile, as cool as the greenery of summer, came to mind.

Even at this moment, she still wants to see Sid, and indeed she is…

Shameless.

* * *

Seidrick took a slow step.

Alyssa’s purple eyes, which he met through the umbrella, remained like an engraving.
She was far away and couldn’t be adequately seen because of the rain, but she had a face about to cry.

The moment Alyssa’s eyes met his, his heart sank.

Without any preparation, he thought he had revealed his secret to her.

But it didn’t seem that Alyssa had noticed.

And he was also… wishing for it.

Seidrick had a bitter smile.
The smell of cigar still on his fingertips and breath mixed with the scent of rain.
It was a gloomy, damp smell.

Feeling the melancholy that filled his lungs, Seidrick moved on.

Splash-

He could not stop walking, even as the thick mud splashed down on his fine trousers.

Finally, Kendrick is on his way back.

“Ophelia.”

“Seidrick…”

The first thing that caught his eye was the face of his sister, wet with tears and rain.

Ophelia dug into Seidrick’s arms.

“Finally back.
Kendrick is finally back.”

The voice repeated the exact words over and over again.
It must have been a long time for Ophelia.
He patted his little sister on the back.
Ophelia’s body, skinny enough to make the bones stand out, slammed into Seidrick’s arms.

“It’s okay.
Where is your mother?”

Ophelia turned her head.

Juliana sat vainly near the grave prepared for Kendrick.
The bones of the fingers holding the soil on the floor stood out even in Seidrick’s eyes.

Amid all this heavy rain, Julianna just stood there like that.
It was Dania who stood by her side.
When she heard the news of Kendrick’s return, she rushed to Cambridge.
The face was unknown whether she was crying or smiling.

It was only after Seidrick arrived that the abbreviated funeral procession began.

A black cloth was placed over the damp coffin.

The pure white chrysanthemum that covers the top is heartbreaking.
Seidrick swept over the hair that had fallen on his face.

[Kendrick Cambridge, a hero worthy of praise, a good son, and a caring brother, sleeps here.]

The lengthy phrase pierced Seidrick’s heart.

His body, which had only looked solid, slowly collapsed.
It was terribly slow and still, like the fading away of the cigar that Seidrick was smoking.

“Kendrick…”

His voice was scattered in the rain.