Abandoned Lover [Future]

"My brother has amber eyes and skin like milk mixed with caramel."

"He often stands in the sun and smiles at me, not knowing that his smile is more intoxicating than the sun."

"He would lead me to sit under the coniferous trees by the lake in the run-up to summer."

"I sat on his lap and leaned on his shoulder while he read me the story of the brave and the dragon."

"He told me that a good boy would be like a brave man, upright, kind and brave."

"...a good boy, just like him."

The teacher of the writing class focused on this line of words, not knowing why he felt a little uneasy.

Dietrich Arning is 11 years old.At this age, almost everyone is learning to pile up rhetoric in their articles, talking about their point of view without conception in empty sentences with too many artificial traces.However, Arning is different. His words are simple, immature, but very accurate.In such a state, all his descriptions and descriptions appear to be sincere.

She vaguely saw a passionate gaze in these sentences—a gaze that was too ahead of his age.However, she was worried that such a judgment was only from the perspective of an adult, and now she could only shake her head, forcing herself to dispel this disturbing thought.

She went to the classroom and easily found the child in the bright, spacious, richly decorated room.Dietrich was sitting alone at the table, with his head slightly lowered, and he made a gesture of playing the piano with his hands on the table, so well-behaved that he couldn't believe it.

She came to his side.The boy who looked like an angel raised his head and smiled at her: "Miss Lochette."

Lochette subconsciously wanted to touch his head, but withdrew his hand under the other's sight: "About the article you wrote this time, I think there are some things that can be revised."

She placed the article written in neat cursive script in front of Dietrich: "...This time our request was to write about my family, but you only wrote about your brother. Didn't you think Any interesting topics?"

The boy looked at him with blue eyes, as calm as a pool of stagnant water: "I'm sorry, Miss Lochette, I can't write anything related to my parents."

Lochette was dumbfounded.

"If possible, please comment on the existing basis."

He lowered his head as he spoke, revealing a lonely swirl of golden-brown hair.Lochette felt a kind of guilt for no reason—there were many complicated and ugly secrets in noble families, and this child must have suffered inhumanely.

"Okay, it's not a big deal." She patted him on the shoulder and subconsciously said, "Come on."

That night, Lochette was correcting the article under the lamp, but when his fingertips touched the surface of the paper, he noticed something weird.She turned the exquisite paper over and carefully looked at it under the lamp, her pupils constricted instantly.

——As if repeatedly writing and drawing with a dip pen without ink, dozens of hundreds of the same names are all over the paper, with faint light shining through the place where the pen is written.

At the same time, Dietrich, carrying his uniform jacket, walked expressionlessly down the long corridor where his parents' bedrooms were located.

Behind the heavy door, the faint sound of cursing and whipping sounded like in the past.This did not surprise him at all.Later in the day, the noise would be mixed with the sickening wheezing and thumping of flesh, which he was already familiar with.

Dietrich went back to his room.This used to be his brother's room.He sat by the bed and pulled out a hidden photo album from under the bed.Turning a page randomly, a boy with golden eyes is holding a little baby and smiling at the camera, carefree, innocent and beautiful.He first felt unspeakable jealousy and hatred towards his past self, but after a few minutes, tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes.

That good boy will never grow up again, and the one he left behind is slowly turning into an ugly adult.

……

Dietrich hated himself as much as he hated his parents.

His father was a hypocritical, weak, ostentatious piece of shit.On the day of Sickert's accident, he ignored his repeated questions and missed the best time to investigate.He didn't know how this person communicated with the sheriff. After three days of fruitless searching, this person easily accepted the fact that Sigurd was dead, and even shed some sad tears.It's hard to imagine that not long before the incident, this person had crazily whispered in Siegel's ear, saying that he was the only hope of revitalizing the Arning family and that he was their proud heir.

As for their mother, she was indifferent, numb, and never knew how to resist, like a dead person.After Sickert's accident, she allowed her husband to suppress the scandal, even failing to publish Sickert's obituary.To this day, the kidnapper who caused Sickert's death is still at large, and he is accompanied by only the names that have not been crossed out on the genealogy.

As the product of the union of these two, he himself is naturally contemptible.No one will teach him love and faith anymore, so he degenerates back to his original nature without accident.

And his true nature was exposed at the age of 13.

——It was Christmas Eve one year, he put his scarf around his father's neck from behind, and strangled him to death without hesitation.

Earlier that day, he had sat alone in the corner of the banquet hall, weeping silently.He is sad because today should be Sickert's 16th birthday, but he will never see Sickert as a teenager.It had been a long time since he had been so sad, and he couldn't help showing his true thoughts at the dinner table.

His father's face changed immediately, and he didn't know why at the time.

The cursing behind the door was more intense than usual that day.Originally wanting to pass by as usual, he suddenly stopped when he heard a certain sentence

—It's all your fault, bitch, I wouldn't have killed him if he wasn't that man's kid.

So he pushed open the door.

His father was riding on his mother, holding her tightly with both hands.Bitch, he said, that black dog is old enough to be your father, you shameless slut.

He called him father from then on.what happened?what are you saying?

A hot and humid stench emanated from the man's sweaty back.The man looks like he's insane, in that linked position, spitting and spitting at his mother in front of him - this is a bitch who fucked a dog and deserves to be strangled Yes, just like the bastard he killed her back then.

Sigmund didn't know about Tiev, his mother explained in a hoarse voice, that the child never knew anything.

She was slapped across the face.

Dietrich stood where he was.He knew the name Diev.That name belongs to one of the most powerful and powerful men in the entire alliance, and he has another layer of cognition about this man—his uncle's former political enemy, the culprit that caused the last round of decline of the Arning family, indirectly forced him to death murderer of his grandfather and two uncles.

As he digested the information staggeredly, Dietrich looked up at his father.

Did you plan the kidnapping back then, father?

It's for your own good, Deed, if I do it at home

His father was kneeling on the bed, with his back to him, his hands raised, as if about to make a grandiose speech.

And he took out his scarf, stepped onto the bed of the two of them, put the scarf around the neck of the man he called his father, crossed and twisted it tightly.

He didn't hesitate, nor was he afraid.Instead, he thrust his right knee into the man's sickly, sweaty back, thrusting forward.

The man scratched his hand, which hurt him.Did Sickert struggle like this when he died?he asked himself.Diverging from this question, he thought about how Sickert died, how he died, and what he might think of before he died-would he think of him?He was almost on the verge of tears again.

An unspeakable smell emanated, and it was his father who lost control of himself at the moment of death.He finally let go.His tears fell, but they had nothing to do with guilt.

He cried and was invited into the police station, and was led out unscathed.What a poor boy he was.His mother was bullied/humiliated day and night, but the beast's father wanted to stretch his claws on him again.How desperate and helpless was he forced to be to protect his mother and himself in this way?

No one had the heart to criticize him.

... The room where the corpse was carried out was later repaired and became a beautiful sun room.He specially invited his mother to have afternoon tea in there, and then asked her: Did you know this morning?

She didn't speak.

He then looked down at his teacup: You are his mother.

Madame Arning looked at him, and her hands began to shake slowly.

This sentence could be a harsh accusation, or a terrible threat—she was a dereliction of duty mother, and at the same time, if she lost this identity, she didn't know what the child would do.

And he wasn't even 14 years old.

"You're crazy."

Mrs Arning stared at him intently.

"You are tired, mother."

Dietrich smiled like a fresco of an angel in a church.

……

Looking back later, Dietrich wanted to correct his mother by saying—no, mother, I was far from mad then.

—I haven't seen him again yet.I haven't seen him give up on himself again and again.I have yet to sit back and watch him actively choose to walk out of my life.

Sigurd, who used to only look at him, embrace him, and be owned by him, has become the Eugene in his mouth.Eugene is someone else's lover, someone's friend, and someone's enemy, but he can no longer be his own.Eugene's happiness is no longer related to him, but his happiness is still pinned on this one person.

This is so unfair, brother.

He still sits on the balcony on the second floor every Friday, waiting for the person who has missed his appointment since more than ten years ago.

Day after day of self-torture finally wore away some of his sanity, and he ticked off the outline of what his Sickert should look like on the long list.The final simulated finished product was surprisingly accurate, and his hands trembled violently when he pressed the confirm button.

It was just that when he came back from a trip, he saw his mother holding an envelope with life learning sealant, and reading a long slip with her back to him.

When she turned around, he was ready to listen to her terrified reprimand.

Yet she merely asked him:

"Do you dare to let him know this?"

... He had never hated her that much, and he had never hated himself that much.

After many years, he finally accumulated enough courage to watch Eugene and Xiao standing side by side from a long distance, talking with a smile.They look like the sun in the day and the stars in the night, standing at the ends of the two poles, pulling each other, it is a good story, a good talk.

He wanted very much to tell Eugene that this man was your opposite.He was chosen by me, your opposite.

——You still choose him, as if fate is destined to connect some people and separate others.

……

A brave man is always upright, kind, and brave.

Dragons have always been greedy, cruel and unscrupulous.

However, no matter at the beginning or the end, the dragon is willing to hide its fangs and sharp claws in front of the brave man, no matter how many times the opponent pierces his chest and throws his heart to the ground.

Just because he is its first, only, beloved partner.

The author has something to say:

I specially wrote Dietrich's side story because his line explained some of the more important plot twists.

Dietrich's feelings for Eugene are very complicated, and I hope everyone will not take this simply as orthopedics.

Due to my poor health recently, the sick leave for the previous surgery is about to expire. The original 6th/Xiao Past episode is temporarily put on hold. Next, I will try my best to update the lives of the two protagonists in Cooper Town. I hope everyone can understand.

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