I died and woke up in an otome game (BL)

Chapter 65 : I used to be an Edmond part 1

I wrote this in JULY of 2021!! fuck, that was a long time ago. 

After a time in the dark, there was a sudden flash, followed by a bang, and then I was back in my mother's rose garden, having tea with Lillian.

Or...Another me was?

In the clearing, just a little ways away from the garden, by the lake was me. Or a nine-year-old version of me. And Lillian. Must not forget the princess.

Psychedelic Witch.

...I don't even know what that means, brain!

Ugh.

My body, present-day me, myself, the one not sitting at the circular white wood table...Why did I have to be so specific about where the younger me was? whatever, I was transparent.

"So, Lillian, Erm. I-I'd like to..tell you a few things about myself." Younger me started.

Ahhh. I remember this.

I immediately hid my face in my hands, groaning in second-hand embarrassment. Goddess. I remember this.

"Ara, do tell, Antonio! We are to be bonded in holy matrimony in the future, after all. We should at least be friends before then!" Lillian responded excitedly.

Goddess, I hate this.

Was she always so...Lillian?

"Er--Right, um. Well, see, we're not...actually going to be..." younger me suddenly got nervous.

"Yes?"

"M-married...in the future...!"

She broke her teacup.

Goddess, she was scarry. With an extra "R" because her hair was mimicking medusa's snakes. Thank the gods she's mellowed out in recent years. I fear for her new betrothed. Dahlia has him in her web, still, right?

"Who is it, Antonio? Who dared to covet my betrothed?!" She exclaimed and younger me yelped in shock. It also brought me out of my wandering thoughts to see my younger self cowering on the grass, adorable baby blue shorts being sullied by the wet grass. I looked pathetic, and I'm pretty sure I felt it at the time.

Goddess, save me.

"N-no one! I swear! I just can't see you in that way, and I don't think I ever will! Besides, I want to marry for love, and I certainly can't see myself with a GIRL!" Younger me hastened to explain, screeching at the end.

Goddess, why am I getting Edmond vibes in the chronicles of Narnia? Or should I call myself Lucy? No, she had courage, and my previous self, apparently, did not.

I was such a fool back then, and honestly, comparing Aphrite to the White Witch does seem cruel when she's trying to go for a more Aslan type of appeal, but at this point she's the white witch, but not evil. I don't think. What am I even talking about? At some point I should read those dusty book I have collecting in my library/beautifully slytherin dark green parlor because I'll never understand the White witch, who I honestly can't remember much about, until I read those. Oh well.

Bottom line is that I've got to stop watching N-flix.

It's obviously influencing me and the magical infinite hallway I currently reside in.

"Oh...Well, why didn't you say so? I wouldn't have made you marry me! I, too, want to marry for love!" Lillian said, sounding a LOT like lucy. Okay, she can have that character.

"So...friends?" I asked, hesitantly. I don't think I was friends with Drake at this point in time. I also hadn't realized how long Lillian and I have been friends. Or maybe Drake and I were friends....no, I think that was when I was twelve...because he intimidated my nine-year-old self.

"Well, I think that's the most obvious solution, Antonio!" Lillian said, and I blushed, before taking her offered hand and standing up.

"Oh, look you have grass stains on your shorts! We should end this tea party early. You clearly need to change, and I need to take to father..." She trailed off, heading back through the rose maze, my younger self following closely behind her, like a baby duck following its mama.

...How embarrassing.

I sighed, and within a blink, everything went dark.