pappabearbooks Chapter 55. Dreams are illusions
Chapter 55. Dreams are illusions
Chapter 55. Dreams are illusions
The furrowed brow, the lowered head, and the pursed lips that seemed to be holding something back.
He looked hurt. There was no sign of tears in his eyes, but the dry, cracked surface of his face is far from his always gentle and smiling face. His forever happy expression is peeling away, only leaving a face that seems wants to cry.
Violette couldnt understand what made him to make that face.
Yulan ?
Yulan, standing there when she turned around, was not wearing a soft air like usual. His expression was dark and stagnant, like a back alley after rain, filled suffocating moisture and humidity.
Were you happy?
Yulan with his tattered mask, tries desperately to smile. But the expression of his face is no different than crying. Its as if he is strangling himself just to spill his words and smile.
At least to Violette, it looked as if he is about to collapse.
She thought, Yulan may break with just a simple harsh word. She wanted to open her mouth and say a few comforting words to him. But for some reason, her throat feels constricted, as if her voice is blocked by something.
.
She feels like its necessary for her to say something, but she couldnt understand what to say. She can see Yulan is hurt, she can clearly see it in his eyes, but she cant understand what might have hurt him and what could she say to make it disappear.Findd new stories at novelhall.com
She can just forcefully hold the wounded place and try to stop the bleeding. If not do that, then how could she help him? She wonders if she could put a bandage over the wounded heart and let it heal faster.
What should she say to Yulan to make him feel better?
You were looking so happy..
Im
Till this day, she didnt know until that she couldnt find any other words than thank you to say to him.
Thank you.
Standing in front of Yulan, Violette stared at his shimmering golden pupils.
Its a colour Yulan probably doesnt like that much. But Violette never disliked his golden orbs. She thinks his eyes is as pretty as his self thats hidden inside. Violette knows another gold that shines as if to assert its supremacy.
Claudia Accursis.
Violettes prince. She dreamed that he would save her, her first love.
For the former Violette, the gold was his colour. It was the colour of the shining sun, the same as the princes crown. She thought he was her sun in her ever dark life. But it was in prison that day that she learned that a dream is just a dream, just a fantasy to everyone but Violette.
Dreams are beautiful, after all. They are nothing but beautiful illusions filled with sweet lies.
Before Yulan could avoid it, a outstretched hand touched his cheek. It caressed his eyes, his cheeks with extreme fondness. His face that was filled with grief turned to surprise by the touch.
A beautiful gold color. The color of the sun, the color of a sunflower scorched by the sun.
The proof of the absolute pinnacle that attracts everyone.
Violette thought it was beautiful. She wanted the golden color of the king that Claudia bears. The girl who wanted to be the heroine of a tragedy did not stop at any means to get it.
She was a foolish woman. And she thinks that from the bottom of her heart. Even though it was Yulan who beard the golden colour, the colour that gazed at her with adoration, she would think it was Claudia who was looking at her with those loving eyes. She was disgusted with herself for thinking like that. She was fed up with her narrow-mindedness.
He was so close to her. She could have reached out and found someone who would accept her.
She should have realized sooner that it was such a gentle, sun-like color.
This is Yulans color.