Vyrion can ride a motorbike and even has an official license, but it's impossible to ride it with their 'condition' that reacts strangely every time their skin is touched.
Corale suggested taking a taxi, but Vyrion quickly refused to use the excuse of not wanting anyone else to set foot around the castle. This made her realize something that he had a lot of control over her father's castle from the way he spoke.
Vyrion also refuses to be escorted by Vega because he knows she can't drive a car well.
Eventually, they walk to the center of the city to take the public bus or order a taxi.
Not a single word came out during the trip, only the sound of steady footsteps alternately filled the atmosphere between them.
Corale was too nervous, and Vyrion's face was clearly unfriendly.
As they boarded the bus, Corale noticed Vyrion was uncomfortable in public, his face was pale and he was biting his pink bottom lip during the ride.
Vyrion's facial expression had been like that since arriving in the middle of busy Oxford city, so there was no way he was motion sickness like the speculation that flashed through Corale's head.
"You are okay?" Corale ventured to ask.
"Hm," Vyrion give a short reply despite his sorrowful eyes on the seat in front of them, "I wouldn't be like this if I was the only one who visited that old man's grave."
"You said something?" Corale felt that she heard Vyrion muttering, the noise of the surroundings made his speech indistinctly catch her ears. In her heart, she slightly hopes for him to have a chat with her.
Vyrion didn't answer.
Corale decided to stop bothering Vyrion. What for? She didn't want to be seen as annoying. She glanced sadly out the window.
Why is she like this?
Why does her heart continue to be curious and want to be close to Vyrion?
As it was now, she wanted to get rid of the anxiety on his face, replaced by a bright, multifaceted expression that she believed made him happy, even more attractive.
'What I'm thinking?'
Corale slumped down in her chair, unable to believe what she was thinking.
'Getting close to Vyrion is a mistake. I kept thinking weird about us.'
Aqua Corale's eyes turned blank. The idea of them being friends seemed too far to overwhelm her mind. She can make new friends when she goes to college, no need for Vyrion ...
"Hm ..." Corale mumbled, glumly looking out, where she saw several people getting off and entering the bus in an orderly manner. For a moment she missed her family when she saw an old woman holding on tightly to a little girl.
'Mom ...'
Corale wonders what her family is doing now, especially her mother who is having a hard time letting her go to England. She still remembers her mother's tight embrace, and whispers for her best.
'I should call her.'
Corale couldn't stop her feelings, ignoring a message from Raphael telling her that her family was doing well in Eguisheim. She was about to take the phone, but was stopped by something—someone who looked familiar in her eyes, "Huh?" She blinked, trying to get her aqua eyes focused on a man with a zipper black hood.
The man's dark black hair styled was combed back leaving only a few strands covering his forehead—
Corale gasped.
Is this what she thinks it is?
The man waiting his turn to enter is Victor Beaumont?
This can't be ...
No way ...
How could Victor know of her whereabouts so quickly? She remembered very well that her departure to England was unknown to anyone including Gael.
Corale's body slowly stiffened and cold while her eyes still stared at the horror of the man she claimed to be Victor.
There's no way ...
She suppressed her fear by trying to confirm once more, unfortunately the bus she was riding slowly started moving again—leaving the bus stop, and her curiosity far behind.
"..."
"..."
Corale took a deep breath, then let out a long sigh.
'This is just my imagination.'
Right?
Corale stared blankly ahead. She wanted to think positively, but couldn't.
*****
Corale knelt down to place a forget-me-not flower at her father's final resting place. She looked sadly at the tombstone bearing his father's full name, birth, and date of passed away, "Father ..." she opened her already trembling mouth, holding tightness in her chest, "I'm sorry, I came late ..." She started, " I know I'm not the best daughter ever." She recalled the memory of the time they communicated, and one thing she regretted was that she had refused her father's invitation to take a summer vacation together, "I'm sorry I can't be by your side when you ..." her eyes start to tear up imagining her father all alone battle against sickness, "I ..." her lips couldn't bring any more words because the pain in her heart is undeniable strong, making her sobbing loudly, "I ..." She unable to withstand the various waves of various emotions in her body, waves after waves pounded against her heart. Regret not being able to give enough love, is upset why God took her father so quickly, and is sad because she was helpless.
"She will try to be the daughter you've always dreamed of."
Corale lifted her head, realizing that Vyrion was now kneeling like herself across from her, holding onto her father's tombstone. Surprisingly he gave a 'voice', judging from the beginning how strongly he disagree to accompany her.
"And I'll be the one watching her develop," Vyrion ended his speech, then stood up and took another distance to give Corale some privacy again.
Corale watched Vyrion's face turn cold again, something telling her it wasn't the right time to ask. She returned focus to her father's tombstone, "Yes, this is my promise," she lowered her head slightly, looking at the green grass on her father's grave, "I will try my best."
Even though she had to sacrifice her dream ...
Corale bit her lower lip thinking about the years she'd spent planning on going to medical school. Maybe all the troubles she faces while pursuing her dreams are clues to her. God has prepared another plan for her, "We have not known physically close, but I feel your love from your own voice alone, Dad," she says sadly, "I love you. Always."
Vyrion saw Corale rise to her feet after sending a prayer, caressing and kissing her father's tombstone. When they faced each other, he asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
Corale thinks for the moment before giving a small shake head.
"Really?" Vyrion couldn't believe it, from the expression on Corel's face alone looked like she still wanted to say something, "You don't have to worry, your father will hear what you have to say, your hope."
"Huh?" It took her by surprise. It's wasn't something Vyrion usually seemed to care about? And again he talked about spiritual things, "you interested ...?" She was worried that he was bored listening to her feelings about her father, so she didn't want to take up much of his time. Did she miscalculate?
Vyrion realized he was talking to Corale, not Vega. He quickly turned around, putting up a thick wall of defense that had collapsed momentarily due to the atmosphere, where he himself didn't understand why he was reacting like this, "Are you done? Let's go to the next place."
"Next?" Corale thought they only visit her father's grave.
"Yes, to the University that old man chose."