Chapter 4
Wow! I am so happy that... Well, two people like my fic. Two isn't a lot, but it's something! More than what I'd thought I'd get.
To those of you saying that she isn't a Mary Sue, I'd like to say thanks. I tried to give her a sense of realism. Because even though she's Doug's ancestor... Let's be honest. How many of you think that you're EXACTLY like your ancestors? I honestly doubt that...
Okay that's all! I do not own RF4.
Lenore walked in between Lest and Frey, as the two called out to different villagers, introducing them to her. She smiled kindly at everyone, being as polite as she could.
Though, her mind was a wreck.
She couldn't help but think of her encounter with Dylas earlier. What he had said was true. Every word of it, and she was utterly ashamed.
She hadn't expected him to forgive her very quickly, but she didn't think he'd lash out. When they were children, he would just cower in fear when he saw her coming... Another twinge of regret struck her as she remembered the fear in his eyes back then, and the anger from about two hours ago.
However, she had always been good at pretending. That was why Dylas still hated her, because she had made him believe that she hated him.
In all honesty, the sting of rejection would have been better in the long run, than the sting of regret and guilt she felt now.
Nonetheless, she put on the mask and pretended to be happy for the townsfolk. Especially that knight, Forte, who seemed a bit on edge when Lest explained that she was a spirit. Lenore made sure to be extra nice to her, so she wouldn't be too scared later on.
Lenore laid down on the floor, a blanket thrown over her body and a pillow under her head.
It had to be 2:00 in the morning by now.
She couldn't sleep at all.
Maybe spirits didn't need sleep? Maybe she was just supposed to lay here, wide awake until morning?
But she knew that wasn't it.
Every time she closed her eyes, Dylas's face popped into her mind. Whether it was child Dylas, cowering in a corner, sobbing from her torturing, or adult Dylas, screaming at her, making her cower. It didn't matter, it hurt either way.
She heard footsteps coming, and she looked up to see a fellow she'd met earlier in the day coming downstairs. Leon, she remembered.
"What're you doing up?" she asked. Leon glanced at her.
"I woke up, and I'm thirsty. Still tired, but thirsty"
Leon went into the kitchen area and got himself a glass of water. Lenore laid her head back down, waiting for the question she knew would come.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
"I have a lot on my mind" Her response was hesitant. No doubt Leon sensed it.
"Like what?"
Lenore felt her chest tighten.
"If I told you, you'd never get back to sleep" she admitted, trying to get him to leave.
"A mid-day nap never hurt anyone" he replied, a small smirk on his face. Lenore couldn't tell if he was toying with her, or if he was genuinely concerned.
Probably both.
Nonetheless, she figured he wouldn't leave her alone unless she told him something, so she sat up, clutching the blanket as close to her chest as she could without it passing through her.
"I... I regret everything I ever did to Dylas"
Tears fell, staining the blanket, then somehow disappearing. She drew a shaky breath before continuing.
"I don't know why I came back, now of all times. But I know that... It was because I need to make it up to him. I need to show him that I am sorry... But he hates me now. He has a right, but he won't even listen to my reasoning... Not that he should. My reasoning isn't... It's not... It's not right. I thought that, because I had a crush on him, and I didn't want him to know, I thought it would be okay to bully him. Not just verbal abuse either. As my crush got stronger, I would escalate into physical violence"
Lenore stopped. She didn't want to tell Leon the rest. She couldn't tell him why she committed suicide, but judging by the look on his face, he knew there was more.
"And... One day, he disappeared. No one heard from him, no one saw him, for months. Everyone was saying that he had died. But... I couldn't accept that. I went to his home, and found a note. It said that he had left. He didn't say what he had done, but he said that whatever it was, it was to help his friend. He said that... We would never see him again. He said he was sorry, but then he singled me out as the one person... That he hated. He said that he never did anything to incur my anger, and you know what? He was right. It was because of my own, stupid crush, and my refusal to simply tell him, that he had left forever"
She paused, trying to calm herself before she continued.
"So... I bought some rope... And I went out on a boat. I tied my legs to two large rocks... And... I drowned myself. I didn't deserve to live! I didn't want to live, knowing that I had driven him away!"
She was full-out sobbing by now. She looked up at Leon's face, and needless to say, he was completely shocked. He was staring at Lenore, wide eyed, mouth slightly open. He didn't speak, or move, for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes.
"Lenore... I'm sorry... I don't know what to..."
Leon went silent. Lenore sighed.
"Never mind. I didn't mean to dump all that on you... Just forget it"
Lenore laid back down, and did her best to try and sleep.
Leon went back upstairs, Lenore's story replaying in his head, over and over.
He needed to speak with Dylas.
