After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 59
Dehart’s golden irises expanded and contracted. His pupils darted from side to side, then locked in one spot as if nailed to a wall.
“What’s… this?”
The documents he held started emitting an acrid smell and began to smolder in his hand. A thousand flashes danced across the fabric draped around his body, and his hand instinctively reached out into the air.
“M-my Lord.”
Flustered, Eli unintentionally called him “Lord.” At that moment, Dehart gasped sharply like a man being strangled.
“Am I-am I seeing things again?”
However, the glaring sunlight was too vivid, and the buzzing noise in his ears was excruciatingly sharp.
“Her apparition, no. A ghost…”
Dehart sputtered, exhaling heavily. Amidst the confusion rattling his mind, he couldn’t divert his gaze from the figure below.
Pale face, rounded nose, soft mouth, and slightly raised eyes as docile as a deer’s. And…
“Brown hair?”
Ah, a powerful realization struck him at that moment. This wasn’t Hillend Hall, filled with oppressive weather and an enduring curse. She would not look the same as he remembered.
“That’s not a hallucination I conjured.”
A voice, too clear to be his own, reached his ears. For a moment, his body ceased its own trembling.
“Sebelia.”
The call was brief, the action decisive. He leaped down the stairs in one swift motion, reaching her side in an instant. Trembling blue eyes, a frail body stepping back—Dehart’s heart raced with certainty.
But in the next moment…
Wham!
It was as if a flower bud had burst open before his eyes. A strong air current pushed him back, and something wildly struck his body as it rushed past him.
“Ugh…!”
Dehart raised his arm in front as a shield, but it was futile. Struggling to open his eyes and glimpse through the gap, he saw what assaulted him—hundreds of pairs of blue birds shining beautifully with their iridescent wings. The tiny birds came out of thin air, spreading their wings and flying in all directions.
What in the world…!
“Sebelia!”
In the midst of chaos, Dehart shouted with all his might, reaching out towards her. But all he could grab was a shimmering blue feather.
* * *
It was only an instant. She couldn’t recall how it happened, even to herself.
It was Dehart. She wasn’t sure why he was there, but it was unmistakably him. And then he spotted her, reaching out to grab her in a flash…
“What happened afterward?”
Sebelia, immediately fleeing the square, tried to suppress her racing heart in the alley. Did she use her abilities? Or did she run away? Her jumbled thoughts couldn’t provide a clear answer.
But she couldn’t just stay still here. Holding onto her belongings tightly, Sebelia ran as hard as she could towards her lodgings.
“But really… This is unbelievable. How did this happen?”
With a dazed expression, Sebelia muttered to herself. The same scene kept repeating in her mind—his look of disbelief, his eyes as he reached out to her, his voice calling her name urgently, perhaps even desperately.
Just like in the past, before tragedy struck, he approached her…
“No, no.”
Smack!
The sound of her slapping herself echoed through the alley. Sebelia bit down hard inside her mouth, pressing her hand against her numb cheek. She feigned composure and made it back to her room. Fortunately, it seemed no one had noticed anything unusual about her.
Whoever he might be doesn’t matter. What matters to me now…isn’t him.
That’s right. He wasn’t what mattered to her.
And I’m no longer the person I was back then.
That desperate face, the twisted eyes, the anguished voice that seemed to yearn for her – what use were they?
“I gave up being Sebelia Inverness a long time ago.”
To avoid dying in loneliness, to avoid dying while struggling in despair, that’s what I cast aside. I fled to avoid dying by his side, where I was disbelieved, pushed away, neglected, and left to be scorned.
Sebelia pushed the door open, repeating those words to herself.
