Theater Of Despair (Old WHDAAA) :)

Chapter 8: Ep OVA 1 Memory Snow

Chapter 8: Ep OVA 1 Memory Snow

A little girl with drills was looking out of her door at the large theater room.

"Have you slept well, I suppose?" The girl said to her company as they stood beside her and looked at the dark room.

"Hm? Um, yes. I slept really well thanks for asking, Beako-chan. Have you-"

"If you're asking if Betty slept well last night then the answer will have to be a fat no, infact."

"...You were having nightmares too, huh."

"What a stupid question, infact. Of course, I had nightmares after I've been forced to see my greatest shame on that window."

"You're not alone you know."

Beatrice stopped staring at the theater from the doorway to her room and looked at the beautiful half-elf that stood beside her.

"You've been blaming yourself too, I suppose?"

Emilia's amethyst eyes were filled with sorrow for a moment before she shook her head and gazed into the dark theater room.

"I'm the reason he suffered so much. I'm the one who made him go through this pain and horror on his own."

Beatrice raised a brow at the girl as Emilia continued speaking while staring into the darkness.

"I know he couldn't tell me anything because of... well, this power of his... But... I reaaaally want to help my knight!"

Emilia was clenching her robes with trembling hands...No. Her entire body was trembling in place as she glared at the floor she was standing on with a guilt ridden glare of disdain.

"I should've done more." Emilia sniffled as she thought about all the moments he's been fighting on his own.

"All alone... From another world... Dying time and time again... To save me... To help me... and yet he keeps waiting for me to tell him I love him!" Emilia was full on glaring hatefully and uselessly at the floor as her tears ran down her pouting cheeks.

"He's an idiot!"

Beatrice was now looking at the elf with a wide eyed expression.

Emilia was still glaring at the ground with her fists shaking manically as she continued to talk trough her sobs.

"A wonderful stupid dummy that's not cutely silly or amazingly brave at all! I hate him! I hate how he didn't just run away from me the first time he died! How he still saves me and all of us after all the pain he went through. I hate that I can't think of anything else to blame him about since he's been so good to me. I want him to still be with me. I want him to love me more!"

"What a child you are I suppose." Beatrice shook her head at the elf.

Emilia glared at the spirit and ignored her tears. "Yes, I know that this is a reaaaally selfish wish. But... I don't care!"

Beatrice stared at the girl with a confused look.

Emilia wiped away the tears and stared into the dark room once more as she leaned on her own door way.

With a determined look that showed off as if she was glaring through her beautiful facial features, Emilia sounded her the conclusion to her feelings.

"I don't care... I want to learn more about what I had done to him. This pain... No one should go through such pain on their own."

"You'll have to fight the jealous one, I suppose."

"I'll die for him."

"He will follow, infact."