"Please… Please, stop… If you must, then hurt me instead… Please…"
Shaking uncontrollably, she reached out toward Cesare. His red eyes, which had been fixed on her all along, slowly shifted. Cesare gazed at the small, pale hand she offered him, his breath growing unsteady.
"…Eileen."
His voice was wavering.
"You are…"
Cesare's eyes wavered as he asked softly,
"You're my Eileen, right?"
it was such an obvious question. Eileen belonged to Cesare. As long as he didn't cast her aside, she would never dream of leaving his embrace.
When Eileen slowly nodded, the strength drained from Cesare's hand. The letter opener clattered to the ground, ringing sharply.
Those eyes again—hollow and desolate, like a ruined wasteland—shattered with nothing left behind…
