'When I was young, I used to fear death a lot. But now, why is it so different?' she wondered why she could think of her death and easily accept it. Was it because she had already experienced it once?
Arabella rose and walked to the edge of the balcony and stared at the scenery. Her back turned to Ferdinand. But she could still feel his eyes on her.
"Do you dislike the idea of being with me forever?" Ferdinand asked in a melancholic voice.
[Right. She had no choice but to marry me. Why would she want to live with me much more than a normal human's life?]
She glanced at Ferdinand. He had downturned lips, his shoulders sagged, and his eyes were cast down.
'He's depressed now. What should I say to cheer him up?'
"It's not like that. I just recalled Esmeralda and I thought it would be sad and lonely to keep longing for someone who's already gone," Arabella quickly replied.
