I Wish You Well In Your Next Love, My Love - Chapter 5

“Louize?”

Seeing my stiff expression, he ran over quickly with worried eyes and held my face.

“What’s wrong.”

“…You should be asking yourself that.”

There was a freshly washed scent coming from him. His clothes were neat without a single wrinkle, and his hair was properly groomed, but…

He couldn’t hide the wounds showing here and there, or the unstable energy around him. It was obvious he had been fighting for over a month without any purification.

A surge of emotion rose in my chest.

“Why, why didn’t you get purified?”

At my question, his gaze sank.

“I don’t intend to get that kind of thing from anyone else.”

No Purifier would welcome their lover receiving purification from someone else. But this wasn’t a matter of feelings. It was a matter of life and death.

“Are you out of your mind? Do you think romance and devotion matter right now? You look like you’re about to die!”

Tears burst out. The anger that I couldn’t do anything for him as a Purifier, not until he became this dangerous, made my head spin.

“Romance, devotion. It matters to me. That’s why I can’t even absorb purification from other people.”

There were people like that sometimes. Even without forming an imprint, for psychological reasons they could only receive purification from a specific person or a few people.

“…You’re insane.”

“Yes, I’m completely crazy about you.”

His hot lips came down on me. But no matter how much energy I poured into Gerard, it was endlessly insufficient.

Even though he told me to stop, I continued purifying him until I felt dizzy. Hoping, desperately, that I could ease his burden even a little.

But it was no more than pouring a single cup of water into a hole as vast as the sea.

That was when it began. My obsession with my trainee performance as a Purifier.

Only the top five graduates received the opportunity for the ‘Ascension Rite’. It was a blessing of the gods bestowed personally by the High Priest.

Of course, there were many cases where nothing changed, but rarely, there were those whose rank rose on the spot.

But the four years until graduation were far too long.

“Let’s break up.”

If I wanted him to live, I had to be the one to let go first.

“It’s cold. Don’t leave your feet out.”

As if he hadn’t even heard me, Gerard calmly pulled the blanket up to cover my feet.

I grabbed the blanket and threw it aside.

“I’m sick of this now! You suddenly leaving for days, coming back injured every time, and feeling helpless because I can’t do anything for you. I hate all of it. I want to stop now.”

The voice that I had meant to keep firm trembled miserably. I tried to hold it in, but I could feel tears running down my cheeks.

Gerard took off his uniform jacket and draped it over my knees.

“If I pretend I didn’t hear that, let’s just move on.”

“I’m saying this because I don’t want to just move on.”

“When you cry because of me, it makes me so angry I feel like I’ll lose it. So…”

Gerard slowly rubbed beneath my eyes with his fingertips as he spoke.

“Don’t make up those damn scenarios that won’t even happen, just because you think it’s for my sake.”

“You’re saying that because you don’t realize how bad your condition is right now.”

I buried my face in his shoulder. The fear I had been enduring alone finally spilled out mixed with my tears.

Gerard silently held me as I cried like a child. His large hand stroked my back again and again.

“Should we just run away?”

“……”

“Leave everything behind, and go somewhere no one knows us.”

I lifted my head and looked at him with tear-filled eyes. Because the tears clung thickly to my lashes, his face looked completely blurred.

“B-But… Your family, your mother…”

“I told you, Louize. Let’s throw it all away and go somewhere with no one.”

I knew better than anyone what his family’s honor and his mother meant to him.

For him to say he would abandon everything and leave was no different from throwing away his entire life.

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