animal ears

"I don't have a name," said the white orc.

Cole couldn't believe it: "Has no one given you a name?"

Lowering his eyebrows, the white orc fell silent.

The night wind was slightly cool, and the wind mixed with mist passed through between the two of them, making the treetops behind them rustle slightly.

There was another long silence. The white orc in front of him still didn't say a word, but slowly turned his eyes to this side. His silver eyes were as clear as water, but his eyes were desolate and lonely.

He is obviously just a child who hasn't grown up yet, why does he have such eyes.

Feeling pity for him suddenly, so he couldn't help but stepped forward to hug him, just like parents give a child a warm hug, and then rubbed his hair, it was softer than imagined.Sighing softly, he raised his eyes and met those cold eyes. The white orc did not refuse Cole's touch.

On such a cold night, it was rare to have a warm embrace, and he had no reason to refuse.

Nor did he want to say no.

For a long time, Cole slowly let go of the white orc, facing his still cold face,

He wanted to ask, but he didn't know how to speak. In order to break the silence, Cole asked instead, "By the way, what did Sarah mean today?"

"Talk?" He blinked to express his incomprehension.

"That's what he said to Ley." Seeing Ley's reaction so intensely, Cole was very concerned.

Moving his lips, the white orc paused for a moment, stepped back slightly, and then replied abruptly, "I don't know."

It seems that he doesn't want to say it.

Cole sighed, and didn't force him, just shrugged helplessly, then lifted the bucket, thanked him and said, "Thank you for your help, it's dangerous at night, go back early."

After that, he turned around.

However, within two steps, a low voice suddenly came from the darkness behind him: "Palanki."

As fine as the sound of mosquitoes.

"Huh?" Cole turned around.

The white orc stared at Cole, and said softly again: "My name is Palanch."

"Parange." His name was repeated.

"My name is Palanch." As he said that, the white orc suddenly showed a faint smile in his direction, like a dream that seemed unreal.

But his warm body temperature still remained in his chest.

The mist shrouded lightly, and the white orc stared quietly, waiting for Cole to return to the hut. When he looked back again, his figure had long since disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

So he let out a long sigh and walked into the room. Ley was still asleep, but he didn't wake up.

Cole guarded him quietly, staring at the serene face in front of him, wondering if Ley guarded him like this now?

"I always feel like I've seen that child somewhere." I couldn't help reaching out and gently touching his forehead, nose, lips, and chin.

"Am I being self-indulgent?" Curiously and helplessly he said to himself, Cole withdrew his hand silently, but his eyes remained on Ley. And you."

Maybe it's not necessarily because I'm self-indulgent.

I don't know if he felt this way before, but since he woke up, Cole was gradually attracted by this cunning and gentle orc during the days he spent with Ley. He didn't say anything, but Cole could feel it. Ley's tenderness and affection from the bottom of my heart.

A person can lie all the time, but his eyes can't hide his sincerity.

"Tell me I'm not kidding myself."

To be honest, when Sarah said that she was his partner today, Cole was a little flustered and at a loss, but when he heard Ley's rebuttal, he was slightly delighted. Although it was not obvious, he could see the anger in Ley's eyes However, he soon understood that the source of Ley's anger was not because of himself.

It is his "partner", the "he" that Ley once mentioned.

But who "he" is, Cole can't remember at all.

For me, the past is like a blank space that cannot be found, without a source, let alone any outline or trace to find.

His partner, maybe someone important to Ley?

Cole lowered his eyes slowly, looked at Ley, and let out another long sigh.

"Did you stay by my side because of him?" It was like a question, but more like a bitter self-report.

Turning to look at the still gloomy sky outside, Cole gently held Ley's hand again, no longer approaching, but guarding from a distance.

In the dark night, the first thing people can't see clearly is each other's faces, and then their hearts.

The world goes black first, then darker.

Another dream.

Bloody dream.

In the nightmare, the bloody self kept stroking the unarmed, terrified child who collapsed in front of him.

There are noisy sounds all around, and nothing can be heard.

Silently watching the fear in the pupils of the child, and myself in the pupils.

Then, he raised his hand.

"do not want!"

whose voice?

So familiar, yet so sad...

Then someone hugged him from behind and kept shouting his name.

"Please, Cole, stop it! If you act like this... he won't be happy either!"

For some reason, when I heard this voice, I felt a pain in my chest, and my momentary slack caused the child to run away. Seeing the back of the child running far away, I turned my head silently, looking coldly at the tearful child behind me. The corner of his mouth overflowed with blood, and his body and hair were all stained red with blood. Only those golden pupils that were weeping looked at him with sad and gentle eyes without any fear.

"Cole...stop it..."

The more he discouraged him, the more irritable he became.

"Please……"

The fire was sparkling, and the hot air was like a knife blade desperately cutting one's own skin. It was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe. Finally, he slowly stretched out his sharp claws and raised his hand towards the sad face──

Do not!

Suddenly woke up from the dream.

Cole was already in a cold sweat from fright. He looked at Ley's hand that was still held by him, and his peaceful sleeping face, and realized that he was dreaming.

But this dream was so real, it was almost... like a memory.

Thinking of the last scene, Cole felt uneasy, as if the bloody scene was right in front of him, and then he fixedly looked at his fingers, as usual, there was no special change, but the more he looked at his hands, The more frightening it becomes.

I don't know if this is the influence of the dream, or if I am afraid of this hand from the bottom of my heart.

in case……

Cole shook his head, but couldn't stop himself from thinking about it.

If the dream was real, wouldn't he be stained with the blood of many people?

I... Is he a murderer?

Splitting headache.

Why can't I remember at all.

Cole covered his head, stood up, walked to the corner and lowered his head, and just happened to see his own reflection in the bucket in the corner, with black hair and red eyes, like drops of blood, although it was not the first time he saw it, but every time he saw it As if looking at someone else.

So unfamiliar.

What a stranger.

who are you?

It was a ridiculous question, even though he knew it was him, but... so strange.

The chest kept churning, as if something was about to spew out, the headache became more and more severe, and finally the breathing began to become disordered.

A tear suddenly fell from the corner of his eye, causing ripples in the calm water.

The body is cold and shivering.

Almost want to go crazy.

The grief and indignation that suddenly spread all over the body did not know why, and then looked at the chaotic water, but seemed to see another strange face.

Smiling blurred face with tears.

──Sorry.

who are you? !

──Sorry, Cole.

who are you? !

Before I could see clearly, that face disappeared inch by inch, leaving only the warmth and pain that drove people crazy.

And at the moment it disappeared, the animal blood in the body boiled, like half of the soul was torn apart alive, the pain was uncontrollable, the pain was so painful that I wanted to scream up to the sky, and my head seemed to be pulled by something It seemed that every nerve was screaming, the pain was unbearable, and he was rolling on the ground in pain!

it hurts.

Tears filled my eyes in pain...

Tears washed away the pain, but I couldn't tell where the wound was.

The pain gnawed at him until his soul was shattered, and he still couldn't tell why it hurt.

Maybe it's just a dream.

Maybe it's just an illusion.

So why can't I wake up?

Why can't I... can't remember anything?

When another wave of despair came, until a certain moment, he suddenly heard the unconscious call of Ley in the distance, and his consciousness suddenly woke up.

"Cole..." Ley whispered in his dream.

Regardless of the severe headache, Cole turned back and knelt beside Ley.

"I'm here." Hold hands.

Perhaps hearing Cole's voice, Ley, who was still in a coma, felt relieved. His brows relaxed slightly, and the corners of his eyes gradually became moist. He could only hear him whispering in his dream, "Forgive me...please forgive me..."

Over and over again, the tone is full of guilt.

"Why should I forgive you?" Cole lowered his head, looked at the face that was about to cry, and asked in a low voice.

"Because..." Ley, who was still whispering in his dream, moved his fingers in cold sweat, and blamed himself, "I'm... sorry."

Feel sorry?

I wanted to continue asking, but Ley fell silent again, and fell into a deep sleep again.

His brows were tightly wrinkled, but his expression was still miserable.

Gently stroking the hair on his forehead, Cole looked at Ley, his heart was slightly astringent, and after a long time, he held his hand tightly and said softly: "It's okay, Ley, no matter what it is, I will Forgive you, because..." I lowered my head, "Now you are the only one who can make me feel my own reality, make me feel that I exist and am alive."

In this life, what people fear most is to be forgotten. ?