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This was Persephone's favorite color.
She moved toward the person in front of the window as if in a dream.
With each step, her heart felt like it was being stabbed. The carefree memories flashed in
her mind. Her nose tingled, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face. Those delicate
shoulders were ones she had seen countless times in her dreams.
"Greta..." she finally called out with a shaky voice. "Greta, is it really you?"
The girl turned.
Persephone stood frozen in place, stunned for a very long time.
In her memory, Greta was still the 16-year-old girl who loved wearing white dresses, had
long hair, and enjoyed running and laughing in the sunlight. Her canines would show
adorably when she smiled.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, the woman before her had her hair styled in a bun. Her eyes were still beautiful,
but they bore the marks of time.
She gazed at Persephone as if with a thousand words, and her lips moved, but she made
no sound.
"Greta!" Persephone shouted, running over to tightly embrace her.
This embrace was late by many years, feeling like it spanned lifetimes.
Greta also extended her thin arms and hugged her tightly.
They were each other's most beautiful memories of their youth, and they once thought
they would never meet again in this lifetime.
Persephone cried like a child, pounding Greta's back while crying. She blamed her for
suddenly disappearing, for leaving without a word, for not contacting her for so many
years.
"I'm willful and bad-tempered, so you hate me?"
Persephone cupped Greta's face, wailing.
"Weren't we supposed to be best friends forever?
"Did you keep your promise? Why did you make it so hard for me to find you?!
"Greta, speak up!"
Greta only shed tears, silently looking at Persephone.
"Miss, please don't do this!" Catherine tugged her. "Madame Bailey... She's... She's..."
"What's wrong?"
Persephone finally realized there had been a strange silence in the room since they
entered. She had recognized Greta, hugged her, cried, and made a fuss. Even if Greta
didn't know what to say, she should have made some sound—any sound.
Despite that...
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPersephone stared at her in shock.
Catherine's expression turned grave. "Madame Bailey can't speak anymore. Her vocal
cords were severely damaged. She'll never speak again in her life!"
Persephone felt a pang in her heart and held Greta's hand.
Greta gestured to Catherine to leave.
Catherine nodded, turning to close the door behind them.
Greta helped dry Persephone's tears, smiled at her, then walked to the table and wrote.
[You'll be back home shortly. Say Granny Catherine took you to buy some motion sickness
medicine.]
"Greta..."
[Be good!] Greta wrote on the paper [Go home and behave for now. Avoid any direct
conflict with Seamus.]
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