Chapter Eight(21)
Lydia opened her eyes, still standing on the terrace. For one second, she heaved a breath of relief, then cocked her head as if remembering something, and looked beside her. ‘So, she’s gone, right,’ Lydia murmured, weirdly sounding not very concerned, ‘Then where is she? Even I don’t know where she went.... But nevertheless.’
She reached for her bag: the black one, since the older blue one had had vanished along with its owner, and unzipped it carefully, reaching into its interior and pulling out what looked like a crushed piece of wax. ‘Oh, no, the candle is crushed again.’ She complained to no one in particular, then sighed and pulled out a match box, lighting the ‘candle’.
The warmth of flames leapt up into the chilly air of up high and was doused by the cool wind blowing past. Lydia walked towards the doorway leading to the stairway after a delicate pause, where she lit the smoldering candle with yet another match. Discarding the half-burned-out matches with little thought, she disappeared through the doorway.
Following the path of the candle smoke into the dim shadows of the stairway once more, Lydia asked the empty space in front of her, ‘Isn’t it much like performing, acting the character in front of the audience? Only a bit different. Because there should be no one watching——Wait.’ She paused suddenly. ‘Someone is watching,’ She repeated. ‘Where is it?’
She reached for her bag: the black one, since the older blue one had had vanished along with its owner, and unzipped it carefully, reaching into its interior and pulling out what looked like a crushed piece of wax. ‘Oh, no, the candle is crushed again.’ She complained to no one in particular, then sighed and pulled out a match box, lighting the ‘candle’.
The warmth of flames leapt up into the chilly air of up high and was doused by the cool wind blowing past. Lydia walked towards the doorway leading to the stairway after a delicate pause, where she lit the smoldering candle with yet another match. Discarding the half-burned-out matches with little thought, she disappeared through the doorway.
Following the path of the candle smoke into the dim shadows of the stairway once more, Lydia asked the empty space in front of her, ‘Isn’t it much like performing, acting the character in front of the audience? Only a bit different. Because there should be no one watching——Wait.’ She paused suddenly. ‘Someone is watching,’ She repeated. ‘Where is it?’
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