After spending so ti hugging Mister Fool, Samael finally managed to think of soone who might be able to take care of him.
He picked up his communicator and searched for Elizabeth's number.
Honestly, it was ridiculously easy.
Samael only had two contacts.
And one group chat.
After several seconds of hesitation, he sent the ssage:
— Liz, do you know anyone who could take care of Mister Fool?
The reply ca almost instantly.
— You can leave him at my house.
Samael blinked.
— Your parents won't mind?
This ti, Elizabeth took a few seconds to respond.
— If they can tolerate you, they can tolerate the cat too.
Samael stared silently at the screen.
Then another ssage appeared beneath it:
— That was a joke.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
— What's gotten into her lately…?
Over the past few days, Elizabeth had been trying to make jokes surprisingly often.
What Samael didn't know was that Elizabeth, who had never really had close friends before, had found an online forum teaching people "how to treat your friends."
And apparently, the first piece of advice had been:
"Make jokes constantly."
A few seconds later, another ssage appeared.
— My mom said she doesn't mind.
Samael let out a small sigh of relief while looking at Mister Fool lying beside him.
— Mister Fool problem solved…
But then another ssage appeared on the screen.
— But she said she'll only agree if you bring the cat personally.
Samael imdiately frowned.
— …Why?
The reply ca quickly.
— No idea.
Silence.
Samael stared at the ssage for several long seconds.
For so reason…
That sounded extrely suspicious.
Samael slowly placed the communicator down on the couch before walking toward the bathroom.
After so many days of barely sleeping, obsessively training, and practically rotting inside his apartnt…
He finally decided to try looking human again.
Warm water slowly ran down his body while silence filled the bathroom.
For several minutes, Samael simply stood motionless beneath the shower.
Trying not to think about Arica.
Trying not to think about the possibility of dying.
Trying not to think about anything at all.
When he finally stepped out of the bath, his body felt slightly lighter.
Not better.
Just… less heavy.
After drying himself off, he walked into the bedroom and opened the wardrobe.
His gaze lingered over the clothes for several seconds before stopping on the pieces Elizabeth had chosen for him so ti ago.
Samael fell silent.
Then he picked them up.
— …Her taste is way too good.
Several minutes later, now fully dressed, he picked Mister Fool up into his arms.
This ti, the cat offered no resistance whatsoever.
After all…
Samael was in his female form.
— Traitor.
Mister Fool rely purred innocently.
Ready to leave, Samael passed by the hallway mirror.
But avoided looking directly at his own reflection.
His image was becoming blurrier.
More distant.
As though even the mirror itself was slowly forgetting who he was.
Samael imdiately looked away.
Then she left the apartnt.
The night was pleasant.
Neither cold.
Nor warm.
Silent streets were illuminated by urban lights while the night breeze gently swayed her long pale hair.
Samael walked calmly along the sidewalk wearing loose tailored pants and a simple black blouse.
For the first ti in days…
The world felt peaceful.
What a pleasant kind of peace…
Even so, her expression still looked slightly exhausted.
As she wandered absentmindedly through the streets, a soft lody caught her attention.
Samael stopped in front of a small music accessory shop.
A song quietly echoed from inside the store.
The singer's voice was delicate.
lancholic.
Almost nostalgic.
For so reason…
That song struck her heart imdiately.
Samael stood there silently listening for several seconds before morizing part of the lyrics.
Then she pulled out her communicator and began searching frantically while continuing to walk.
A few minutes later, she finally found the song.
The singer's na was Haru Nagisa.
Unknown.
Very few listeners.
But at that mont…
Samael felt like she had completely fallen in love with her music.
The rest of the walk was spent obsessively searching for more songs by the artist.
Until, without realizing it, she finally arrived in front of Elizabeth's house.
It was a very beautiful ho.
Obviously, it could not compare to Layla's absurd mansion.
But it still made it clear that Elizabeth's family was extrely well-off.
Samael stopped in front of the gate before sending a ssage saying she had arrived.
Then, absentmindedly, she quietly humd part of the song again:
— I love you so much… but the abyss between us won't let bloom…
The next instant—
The front door opened.
And a beautiful older woman with long black hair appeared at the entrance.
Her eyes slowly swept over Samael from head to toe.
In complete silence.
"Nice to et you, ma'am… I'm Samael."
The introduction ca out polite and surprisingly steady.
Even while speaking softly, her voice still sounded more stable than usual.
The beautiful woman observed Samael for several more seconds before offering a small smile.
"So you're Samael… I finally get to et you."
Her voice was gentle.
Warm.
"It's a pleasure."
Samael blinked softly.
…Wow.
For so reason, that woman resembled Elizabeth quite a lot.
Not only physically.
But also in the small mannerisms.
The calm way she looked at people.
The serious expression hiding kindness underneath.
Without noticing it, Samael relaxed slightly.
Then the woman stepped aside near the entrance.
"Co in. We have quite a lot to talk about."
Those words imdiately made Samael tense up again.
Talk?
That sounded dangerously suspicious.
Even so, she entered.
The mont she crossed the doorway, she imdiately felt the cozy warmth of the house.
Everything was impeccably organized.
Warm lights softly illuminated the hallways while the pleasant scent of coffee and food filled the air.
Everything felt…
Alive.
Familiar.
Safe.
And that was precisely what made Samael uncomfortable.
Because it had been a very long ti since she had felt sothing like that.
Her arms tightened slightly around Mister Fool.
As though she were trying to anchor herself to sothing.
Elizabeth's mother noticed the small movent.
But said nothing.
She simply guided Samael calmly toward the kitchen.
And there…
Elizabeth was sitting at the table, holding a cup of coffee while absentmindedly scrolling through her communicator.
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