The Village Girl And the Fox Prince

Chapter 18 - Hugged Me, Miss.

Sitting in the corner of the room, leaning against a damp wooden wall, occasionally hugging yourself so that a little cold can be overcome. The room that only relies on lighting from a torch in several corners, making the room look dimly lit.

Even so, Lynx and Hazel were still able to see. The man was swayed in an erratic feeling. Feeling the rumbling in the chest like the water rippling unsettled. Can not dismiss the feeling when the distance between the bodies is only a few cent.

In contrast to Lynx, Hazel who was hit by nervousness, did not have time to take care of the pounding in the chest that pumped heat in her body. Instead of feeling these feelings, anxiety is more dominant in his mind.

“Maybe my life is not as bad as yours, Lynx. But if asked if I ever felt the world was unfair, almost every day I do. For others, maybe dad is their first love. But for me..”

“Not at all. My father is more properly called the jerk who does not know himself.” Hazel bent her knees, hugging her legs so she could put her chin on her knees.

“Since long ago, my parents' relationship was never harmonious. More precisely when my mother suffered from a deadly disease, because since then my father's attitude and behavior changed completely. He blatantly cheated in front of his own son and wife.”

“She doesn't care about my mother who is seriously ill. Let alone caring, thinking of using his conscience only he never. Or indeed his heart has rotted, to the point that it no longer has feelings for his own family.”

“At a time when my mother was struggling to heal, my father had the heart to make her lose the spirit of life. Not infrequently he often beat his mother just because of trivial problems. So even to me, it is still stored clearly in the memory of how sadistic he gave me a punch-tubi.”

Hazel took a deep breath before continuing the conversation, feeling her piercing chest as she tried to pump oxygen. Either because of the night breeze, or it is a natural response to painful memories.

“Tak got there, since childhood it seems I have never been loved by him. He seems to hate girls. Once I heard him curse my mother for giving birth to me just because I am a woman.”

His head moved slowly to the side, staring at Lynx who was focused on listening to his words. “You know why I said he was the most jerk, Lynx? Either he does not remember about his frustration at having a daughter, or indeed his heart that has already rotten.”.

“... Because after growing up, he got me stuck in a problem he had done himself. I was made a debt guarantee by him. He who is already a talent to be a gambler and a hobby of debt, seems to need money to pay a cheap woman to sleep with him.”

Tests.

Not a crybaby, but this is why Hazel does not want to tell others about her life problems. He could not help his tears not to fall, holding the corner of his eye so full of puddles would eventually fall as well.

Lynx who never interrupted the girl's words, had been silent for a while without even taking her eyes off Hazel. Really, if Lynx is not currently limited by the bulkhead that Hazel makes, and she is in a human form, Lynx would not think twice about bringing the girl in his arms.

The girl's fear and uneasiness were so obvious from the two clenched hands, and the roar of tears splitting her cheeks had already descended even more. A whimpering cry was also heard.

“Saking is depraved and his bastard nature is already attached to my crazy father ... Ah, wait.” Hazel stopped her speech to shrink her tears. “... It seems like from this second on I don't need to think of that crazy man as my father. Because a father couldn't possibly intend to fuck his own daughter, right?”

Jamb.

Yeah, that sounds really slinky. Just by imagining it has made the body goosebumps.

Brucks.

Lynx couldn't hear it anymore, so she came to Hazel as soon as possible standing right in front of her. He stuck his head on the face of the girl who was crying.

“Enough, Hazel. Stop the. And I'm sorry for forcing you to tell me everything. Must have been heavy and painful, right?” Lynx spoke as she continued to move her head on Hazel's face, more like she was stroking it.

Lynx is in fox form, so this is the only way she can win Hazel. No hugs, no tears, in this position Lynx increasingly realized how far she had to become a man Hazel needed.

“Patient words and tranquilizing sentences may have gotten sick of you hearing. I can only say thank you. Hey, Missy. Know it? Not everyone can be as strong as you. Complaints that you often issue, a curse on God that you always say, not to mean that you are less grateful and weak.”

“Remember what I said, Hazel. If you're a weak woman, you'll never be at this point. You can't possibly survive this far. So, I'm so proud of you. Whatever you do, all the ways you can use, even if it has to humble yourself in front of the crowd.”.

“I'll still be proud of you. Don't think how many people are on your side. If there are a hundred faithful people beside you, then I will be one of them. And if there is only one who still faithfully accompanies you no matter what the circumstances, remember it is just me,” Lynx concluded, his words are truly heartfelt.

Lynx didn't think how Hazel would interpret her words just now, or how Hazel understood them. But clearly, what he said was not just a joke.

But after a second passed, Hazel did not say a word. He can only cry. This time her tears were left just like that, without intending to wipe her down. After all, Lynx's soft feathers had sucked out some of her tears.

“Hazel.” The man spoke again, but his gaze had already landed on the girl's puffy eyes. “Hug me if you want. Pour your sorrow at me. It's okay, don't hesitate. We are close friends, right? Already know the secrets of each.”

“... Even you've seen me. All of them, without the slightest gap. I don't mind being your listener. It doesn't matter if all you put out is swearing or complaining about life being unfair. I---”

Gyutt.

Hazel said nothing, then pulled the fox's body into her arms. There was nothing else Hazel thought of but to relieve her chest that felt cramped and claustrophobic. Nor did he rethink that the fox he was hugging at the moment was the man who often irritated him.

Lynx who had been silent froze for a few seconds without batting an eye, slowly his fox muzzle made a meaningful grin. His heartbeat's increasingly hunting in there. It doesn't matter if Hazel can feel how fast Lynx's heart is beating.

“Small girl, I can indeed heal the wounds of others. But not with the wounds in their hearts. So ... Promise to live happier. If you do not find happiness in the life that is being lived, let's create together happy it.”

Lynx whispered the soft words right in Hazel's ears. Didn't know if the girl heard it or not. But the feeling of euphoria had already ravaged Lynx's heart, making it difficult to lower the corner of her smiling lips.

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