The Outcast's Rebirth

CHAPTER 40: A House Of Regret

Weeks passed, and everything in Winston's world had shifted. Maryanne left the mansion with her little son, Theodore, without much fanfare. Her departure was final, leaving Winston alone with Aethel and Ethan, surrounded by the echoes of their once-bustling home.

Gossip spread quickly among the upper class-how Maryanne had left her husband-but her noble status shielded her from any real consequences. It was Winston who was left to face the whispers and speculation.

But the real weight pressing down on Winston wasn't the public's judgment. It was the fragile boy lying in the grand guestroom-Kyzzu. His health had declined so drastically that the cottage where they had first taken refuge felt worlds away.

He had been cared for there, in that small, secluded place, but when his condition worsened, Winston had him transferred to the mansion for more intensive care. The doctors and physicians who came to the estate every day were perplexed by his symptoms. Despite their efforts, Kyzzu remained weak and pale, his silver hair dulling, and his once-bright blue eyes now vacant and distant.

Winston would often find himself staring out of the window, remembering the cottage. It had been small, isolated-a place where they could have disappeared from the world. He had thought, perhaps foolishly, that it could be enough, that Kyzzu would heal there in the quiet of the forest.

But Winston had underestimated the toll his actions had taken on him-physically, emotionally, and spiritually. No place was far enough away to escape that kind of damage.

The transition from the modest cottage to the mansion had been jarring, not just for Kyzzu but for everyone. It felt like they had carried the weight of their sins from that small haven into the vast halls of Winston's home. Kyzzu lay in a bed that was too big, too luxurious, while his body remained thin and frail, as though he were fading from the inside out.

Ethan visited Kyzzu regularly, often peeking at his door, and staying to talk in soft tones. Aethel, growing into a lively young boy, filled the mansion with what little light he could muster, trying to ease the oppressive tension. But Winston was different.

He stayed distant, never approaching too close, always lingering in the doorways. The guilt was too much. The sight of Kyzzu's fragile state was unbearable-knowing he had caused this.

The world outside the mansion moved on without them. Maryanne had found safety in her family's protection, shielded from society's harshest critiques. Meanwhile, Winston was trapped. Trapped in his home, in his mind, in the guilt and regret that gnawed at him. The news of Maryanne leaving wasn't even the worst of it.

Kyzzu had come into his life like a storm-changing everything, sweeping away any semblance of control Winston had over himself. It had all started in that cottage, that place where Winston thought they could find peace. But instead, they had only found more pain.

Now, as Winston looked at Kyzzu lying so still in his bed, hooked up to medical machines that hummed quietly, he wondered if they were both just living out the consequences of the choices they had made. Kyzzu's body may have been in the mansion now, under the care of the best doctors Winston could buy, but his spirit seemed to still be back in that cottage-broken, fragile, and isolated from the world.

Winston could feel the weight of the past pressing down on him, the choices he had made, the lives he had destroyed. The world had moved on, but he was still here, stuck in this endless cycle of guilt and loss. And Kyzzu, who had been dragged from that quiet, painful refuge in the woods, now lay before him as a living reminder of everything Winston had done wrong.

No matter how much the world outside moved on, inside the mansion, time stood still, and Winston wondered if he would ever be able to break free from the prison he had built for himself.

A/N
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