I Became My Son's First Love

Chapter 65

Eve swallowed the emotions that were about to spill from Azazel's lips. She bit down on her full lips, and as she delved roughly into his mouth, Azazel opened his lips as if he had been waiting for her, welcoming her eagerly. He clung to her like he was drinking the sweetest water to quench his parched throat.

However, the sweet kiss didn't last long. As she instinctively moved closer to him, something caught on her shoulder, and a pained groan escaped Azazel's mouth. Startled, Eve pushed him away and inspected him, only to find that the dagger had sunk even deeper than before.

"Azazel?"

Azazel gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the pain, and caught his breath.

"...I'm fine."

Fine? Eve wrapped her arms around him as he staggered forward and collapsed to the floor. Her dress was stained with his blood, but she didn't care. With a look of anxiety, she asked, "You're not going to die like this, are you?"

Azazel had been standing just moments ago, but in truth, he had already lost a significant amount of blood. Despite her worried question, Azazel responded with an oddly bright laugh.

"I'm too greedy to die. You just told me you liked me—do you think I'd die after hearing that?"

It was reassuring to hear, but it didn't ease her worry. As she watched Azazel's trembling lips, Eve scolded him, "Then why do your eyes keep closing?"

His defiant words were at odds with his fluttering eyelids and increasingly unfocused gaze. Azazel grasped Eve's hand, which had been caressing his face.

"Just for a moment, let me sleep... just for a moment."

"What?"

"It's alright. Gabriel... Gabriel will explain everything."

"Gabriel? Who's Gabriel? Azazel! Azazel!"

Azazel's hand went limp. Eve stared blankly at Azazel's closed eyes, as if he had fallen asleep peacefully.

'What should I do now?'

As she absentmindedly stroked his handsome, bloodied face, Eve felt tears welling up. At that moment, a white feather drifted down onto Azazel's body, and a refreshing breeze swept over them, clearing the stifling air. Eve closed her eyes against the wind, and when she opened them again, a woman with pure white wings stood before her.

"Aeshath?"

Aeshath greeted her with a familiar smile. "Hello, my friend."

Tears welled up in Eve's eyes once more.

***

Dane woke up half a day later. Blinking in confusion, he realized that he was no longer in the gallery and quickly tried to get up.

"Are you awake?"

"...Aeshath."

"Does anything hurt?"

That wasn't what mattered right now.

"What happened? Azazel... no, Eve! Eve came to the gallery. Is she alright?"

Aeshath nodded in response to his barrage of questions. "Eve is safe. You must have a lot of other questions. What's the last thing you remember?"

"...I stabbed Azazel, and then Eve appeared."

The image of Eve glaring at him angrily came to mind.

"Why did she look at me like that? It was as if... Eve loves Azazel."