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Chapter 9
Long forgotten memories
Rain fell that night, a fine, whispering rain. In the dark entry of the large hall, stood an old blond haired man, wearing a Yukata with a black scarf over his shoulders. Plagued by nightmares, he dragged himself through the corridors of the building. He was so deep in thoughts, he did not even bother to turn on the lights. The only source of light was the moon, when the dark rain clouds released him for a few seconds by passing by. He found himself in the hall, were a few days ago the students were celebrating the birthday of the last person on earth, he wanted to meet. The man with the glasses walked slowly through the hall to the steps, which leads to the stage. He felt numb, his body was shaking and after all he made it to the steps with his last strength. He sat himself on the stage, his shoulders sagged and eyes unfocused and glassy. His eyes stared into nothing, but his memory flooded with long-suppressed memories.
A time when everything was fine.
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"Good morning, dad!", a blond haired girl greeted her dad at an early morning. "The newspaper and tea are already set on the table next to your armchair. I already made the tea ten minutes ago, so it is a bit cold, just as you wish.", she said while she packed her bag.
Her dad made his way to the armchair and seated himself, before he took the newspaper to read it.
"I've got to go to college earlier today, but I've sent Meene a call for your breakfast. By the way, today is my birthday, if you want you can congratulate me.", she said in a gentle tone.
The man in the chair sighed shook his head and laughed softly. Then he put the newspaper away before he spoke. "I've forgotten it." He shifted his eyes towards his daughter and called out "Come here."
She made her way through the living room to the chair next to the fireplace, where her dad was sitting. He held both hands out and she took them and knees before him. A smile played on her lips.
"I am sorry.", he said, still holding her hands.
She sighed, but smiled "I know."
"I am the worst father in the world.", her dad stated, whereupon she frowned.
"On the contrary, you are the best father, for me.", she smiled and he kissed her forehead. "Congratulations. I pray to God that all your wishes and dreams will come true."
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A blond haired girl was standing in front of a mirror. A weeding veil on her head, and chain around her neck. Both belonged once to her mother. She tugged at the veil and hummed a song, while studied her reflection. "I think I am pretty, but mother was a beauty.", she told herself.
"Let me judge", a voice called out. She shifted her glance to the door frame, where the voice was coming from.
"Oh... it´s you, dad.", she said and was about to took of the weeding veil. "Since when are you standing there?"
He placed his books on a cupboard, which were placed next to the door. Then he approached her and placed the weeding veil back on. "I'll tell you honestly my opinion.", he took a few steps back and looked at her. "I think that my daughter is much prettier, than her mother was at a young age."
She laughed and walked pass him, while taking the veil off and placed it on her bed.
"When you were a little girl you dressed up as a bride just like today.", he said with a smile. "And I think the time has come for this bride to pick a husband. I have a friend and maybe you would like to meet his son. He is...", he started but was cut off.
"An Omiai? Stop it dad.", she said with a frown. She heard her phone ringing and walked away to pick it up. Her Dad followed her. "Why not?", he asked but she was already holding the phone to answer it.
"Hello.", she said. Then her face brightened up and she said "Hi.", but this time in a more gentle tone. Which made her dad suspicious and he raised an eyebrow.
She noticed her father's questioning facial expression. "I am busy and I call you later back, alright? Ok, bye.", she hung up.
"Who was that?", her father asked.
"Just... Hina. She always calls and bores me.", his daughter said and tried to sound annoyed. "Come on it´s tea time!"
"Tell me... how often does this Hina call you?", he asked again, while she dragged him to the kitchen.
"Hurry up!"
"Alright."
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Later that evening the master of the house was seated in the armchair next to the fire place. The room was lit by a few lamps but in a dimmed light. The eyes of the man were focused on the book in his hands, while his glasses reflected the flames of the fire. At some point, he noticed a movement in the doorway and shifted his glance there. There stood a blond haired girl. She tugged nervously at her dressing gown and lowered her eyes. Was that fear in her eyes? He could not tell. The last time he saw his own daughter so troubled have been some years ago.
She approached him quite and first spoke as she was standing directly in front of him.
"Dad... I have to apologize to you.", she started with a soft voice.
"But for what, my child?", her father asked curious, just as softly as she did.
She paused and looked at him blankly. Then she kneeled down in front of him and placed her hands on his knees."Dad, you taught me to be honest, that you should never lie. When we were in my room earlier and the phone rang? I told you it was Hina, but it was a lie, Dad.", her voice sounded anxious.
"Then, who was is?", he asked calm and placed a hand on hers.
"It was a boy.", she confessed with eyes full of concern about his reaction.
She paused to see his reaction. His facial expression, which were soft at the beginning, were turning blank and cold. "A boy I met a few months ago. A boy who has become more than just a friend to me.", she shifted her gaze away from the eyes of her father and stared unfocused into the distance. "A boy who loves and appreciates everything about me.", she continues and smiled warm. And that I also love and appreciate above all.", she said and looked back up in the eyes of her father. "Of course I realize that I should have told you earlier, but I was afraid that you would be angry with me. You kept saying that love is very painful...", she looked away. "...but I did not realize that it can enchant people. I can´t help it, I love him with all my heart", she said softly, shifted her eyes back up and smiled. "You'll meet him soon, and then you'll see how different he is. I feel that he is honest. He is something special. I do not know anyone who is like him.", she paused and waited for his reaction, but he stayed silent with an unreadable face. So she continues "On my birthday you said, that you want all my wishes and dreams to come true. He is my dream. My dream came true, through him. I am perfectly happy, because he has...",
"What is his name?", her father asked sternly and interrupted her.
Surprise by the tone he used she paused for a few seconds before she said "Johann... Johann Faust."
"What is he doing?"
"He is student... here at the x-law University.", she answered uneasily.
He looked at his daughter with eyes that stated disappointment.
"You're not upset, are you?Dad?", the blond haired girl asked careful. "Please, do not be mad at us."
He rose from his chair. "Dad, I love him.", she begged, but he just walked away. "I love him..." she cried.
He walked out the room and left his daughter alone."I love him...",she whispered to herself while tears were running down her cheeks.
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The next few days were raining.
"I have him informed, that he has to leave the university immediately."
She looked up from her sewing and saw her father standing in the doorway.
"He wanted to speak to me, but I sent him away. I did not want to meet him and I hope that I will never.", he spoke without meeting her eyes. "He is gone now. I made sure that he took the first train. I wish you to forget him. I know that my decision must be very cruel and unjust to you. But I'm sure that's the best for your future. You will not see each other anymore.", he dared to look her in the eye, only to meet a pair of red, swollen eyes full of sadness.
She looked away back at her sewing, while a single tear were falling down her cheek.
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A few weeks have passed since, the incident. Everything turned to normal, almost everything.
"Good morning, Dad.", she greeted her father like she did every morning. " Your tea is as always on the table. Only the newsboy was not there yet, it is Sunday, so he takes his time. By the way, Meene is not feeling well, so tell me what you want for breakfast and I will cook it.", she said in a monotone voice and emotionless eyes.
Her father approached her eyed her and asked "Are you all right?"
She looked up with round eyes, sighed "I'm fine.", she smiled, but only with her lips. Her eyes remained emotionless and her face pale, like a doll. He knew something was wrong, but she just repeated her words "I am fine, really."
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"You have to get out tomorrow early in the morning.", the daughter stated while approaching her dad, who was sitting on his bed and reading a book. She seated herself on the edge of the bed. In one hand a cup of water and in the other medicine.
"Open your mouth.", she gave him the medicine and then the water to swallow the medicine. She stood up to leave the room, when her father got a hold of her wrist. She was surprised but just sat back on the edge of the bed, waiting for what he has to say.
"Do you know that you are the best daughter a father can wish for?", he said, while holding her hand. She put on a smile, but looked down.
"Are you... happy?", he asked but was quite sure of the answer.
"Are you happy? Dad?", she questioned him boldly with a sad smile.
"Very."
"Then I am, too. Good night, Dad."
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That night the blond haired man could not get his eyes to rest. He had a bad feeling, but he didn´t know why. He couldn´t get the sad face of his daughter out of his mind. It haunted him. He looked through his windows and saw a sky clear of any clouds and a full moon. For a few seconds, that sight took away all his worries.
Suddenly he heard a whisper. He could not understand everything. He got up and went slowly after the noise. As he opened his door, he felt a sudden coldness, as if a window were open. It sent shivers down his spine.
The he heard the whisper clearer:
"Now I can´t live without you. Without you, what is my worth? What is my purpose? Maybe if I get separated from you, then I´ll get separated from myself."
He followed the whisper through the corridor.
"Because you are the one, now you are the only one, you are my world. My peace, and my pain. You alone are my Love."
He stopped in front of his daughter´s room and listened.
"What kind of relationship exists between you and me? Not for a moment can I stay away from you. I live everyday only for you. I dedicate all of my time to you. I don´t wish to live a moment without you. On every breath is your name. Because you are the one..."
He recognized her voice immediately but did not want to believe it. He opened the door to her room and stepped in. The room was lid up by several cantles. The balcony door open wide. A cold wind blew into the room, causing the fire of the candles to flicker and the curtains to swing. Slowly he walked to the balcony door.
"You are my life. I live only for you. The way I devoted myself to you. Your faithfulness kept me in the right path. I let go of all the sadness in my heart. With you my destiny I was fulfilled. After calling you mine, I was no longer incomplete. Because you are the one, You alone are my Love."
His eyes widened in shock at the sight of her. She was sitting dangerously on the railing of the balcony. Her face, facing him. In her eyes, all emotions were wiped out.
"I am sorry, Dad.", she spoke softly. "I tried to forget him. I really tried everything not to think about him, to stop loving him. But I couldn´t."
He approached her slowly, afraid that sudden movement would frighten her and she would fall. He wanted to say something, but his throat was tight. He reached his hand out, shaking. He felt how his legs get numb.
"I love you, Dad. And I would never want to hurt you. But I can´t live without him."
What does she mean? Does this mean she wanted to end her life?
"I love him too much... I hope you understand one day that love is something indescribably beautiful. Even if it is always accompanied by pain.", she reached for the chain around her neck, which belonged once to her mother and pulled on it till it fell off. "I am sorry..." The chain felt to the ground while she leaned backwards...
"Eliza!"
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"Eliza!"
Marco woke up with a frightened, his face covered with sweat and his glasses fallen off. It took him some time to realize that he was still on the cold stairs in the hall of the University. The rain still pouring outside and his long-suppressed memories returned and with that his feelings, especially hate, towards a very specific person.
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