Seven Sins System Chapter 208. Could You Please Die? (Patreon)

Seven Sins System Chapter 208. Could You Please Die?

The words were on the tip of my tongue, begging to be unleashed with the force of a hurricane. ‘Could you please die?’ I wanted to shout those words at her. But I held myself. I bit back the anger, and the frustration, and instead forced a calm, reassuring smile to my lips.

"Thank you for worrying about me," I said, my voice carefully measured. "But this is something personal. I can't tell strangers about it." It was a lie, of course - I had no qualms about lying, not when it meant keeping my secrets safe. And I certainly didn't want Aria digging into my problems any more than she already had. I was lazy, too, and didn't want to have to come up with new excuses.

But one thing was certain, Aria's appearance indicated that she was suspicious of me. But the tears made her think that I was just a mere human since she knew devils wouldn't cry. It was funny since I never thought the stupid tears could outwit my enemy.

Her hand closed around mine, warm and firm, as she stared into my eyes with intensity. "We aren't strangers, Allen," she said, her voice soft but insistent. Her palm slid up to rest against my cheek, and she smiled gently. "I'm your friend. I promise I will protect you and try to help you solve your problems as much as I can."

The words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but cringe inwardly. 'No, are not,' I thought. But I forced a smile onto my lips, determined not to let her see my discomfort. I shook my head from side to side, my voice low and hesitant. "I'm sorry," I said, my lie slipping easily off my tongue. "I can't. Some problems are better left unsaid. This has something to do with my childhood, and I'm sure it would just bore you."

I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could slip away from her grasp. Maybe I could escape this conversation and the prying questions that threatened to expose me. But I was wrong - so very wrong. Instead, I could catch the clear curiosity in her eyes, the way they sparkled with an almost feverish intensity. "Your childhood?" she insisted, her voice low and insistent. "Can you tell me?"

A frown appeared on my forehead, my mind racing. "It was just a normal childhood memory," I blurted out, hoping that would be enough to satisfy her curiosity. "I miss someone."

But even as I hesitated, she pressed on. "Who?" she asked again, her grip on my hand getting harder by the second. Her eagerness and curiosity were evident in her tone and expression, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over me. "Is it a girl?"

I was confused by her over curiosity. "Why are you so curious about this?" I asked, my voice low and rough. My eyes fixed on her.

“I--- I just want to know more about you and make sure you're okay," she stammered. Obviously, it was a lie.

"My mother," I said, my voice low and rough. "She died when I was little, and I miss her. I used to celebrate birthdays with her since my dad was always busy." It was the truth, but only partially.

For a moment, there was silence between us. I could see the disappointment on her face, the way her expression softened and her hand dropped from mine. It was almost comical, the way she had been so eager to hear about my past, only to be let down by the mundane reality of it. "Oh," she muttered, her voice tinged with bitterness. "I thought you were thinking about another person."

"What do you mean?" I asked in confusion.

“You know… like--- a girl from the past? A childhood friend perhaps?” she guessed, trying to dig more.

But before I could dwell on it too much, she cleared her throat and tried to smooth things over. "Right, it's just my guess. So you don't need to think much about it," she said, her voice light and casual.

I raised an eyebrow, but let it go. It wasn't worth arguing over, especially since she seemed to be trying to make things better. "Okay," I said, my tone clipped but polite.

Then, she looked around my room, searching for something else to say. "Um...you know. If you feel lonely, we can hang out and celebrate your birthday together," she offered. "Of course, if you want it."

"I'm sorry," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "I have to decline. I have an appointment to meet my friends today. We are planning to celebrate at the club. You know boy's stuff. I'm not sure I'll return tonight."

As the words left my mouth, I watched her expression change. It was almost as if I had shattered something precious, something that she had been holding onto for dear life. Her eyes narrowed, and her lips pressed together in a thin line.

"Is that so..." she muttered, her voice barely audible. Then, after a moment's hesitation, she nodded her head slowly. Her disappointment was clear on her face, etched in the lines around her mouth and the furrow of her brow.

"Fine," she said, her tone clipped and cold. "Have fun then. I will excuse myself."

Then without further ado, she turned and raised her hand in front of her, her fingers splayed out like the wings of a bird. Her eyes flickered with a bright light. And then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the light was gone, and so was she.

Once she disappeared, I slumped down into my chair. It was as if a heavy burden had settled upon my shoulders, one that I couldn't shake off no matter how hard I tried. I let out a long, deep sigh, the sound echoing through the empty room like a mournful cry.

My hand went to my temple, fingers pressing down hard against the flesh there. The pain was sharp and intense, a throbbing ache that seemed to resonate throughout my entire being. I closed my eyes, willing them to go away, but they only seemed to grow stronger.

"For Devil's sake..." I muttered under my breath, my words tinged with frustration and anger. "I can't continue like this."