Chapter 83 'To the elusive moonlight' (2)

[Tracy stepped into the eternal day. The long sunlight made him dizzy and dazzled. He had no time to care about the agility in the garden. He only thought about the stunning beauty of the girl that had left in his eyes. He endured the pain of sunburn and kept moving forward.]

"My moonlight, my moonlight! Where are you? Please come out to see me. Please come out to see me, the poor creature you have captured!" Draco staggered two steps on the stage, his hand holding the painting supplies tightly grasping the red ribbon, calling out hopelessly.

"You! You're here!" Della appeared on the stage surrounded by blue light, and the bright blue around her leaned back as she moved in surprise.

"I have to come for you!" Seeing his sweetheart, Draco took two steps forward and walked to Della. He stretched out his hand as if he wanted to hold the girl's hand, but when he touched the shyness on Della's face, he stopped, "I want to thank you! I want to praise you! I want to be honest! Your existence is the meaning of my eternal pursuit!"

"You, you, you!" The ignorant girl was shocked by the boy's passionate confession and was speechless. She couldn't help but stick to the boy's hand that was stretched into the air.

[The two hands were tightly pressed together. On one hand of Fatima was the unimpeded passion of love, and on the other hand was the lingering tenderness through the red satin. She fell.]

"Uh...ah!" Draco made a painful sound. He changed his hands and interlocked his fingers with the figure he was dreaming about. "Moonlight! My Moonlight! I really hope to have you forever! Unfortunately, fate has given me the opportunity to express my feelings. How dare I ask for more! Moonlight! Moonlight! I'm leaving..."

"No, no! Please stay for me a little longer! Just three quarters of an hour and Jocelyn will accept you!" The pain of separation made the girl forget her shyness. Her hands responded to the boy's passion and held his tighter.

"At this moment of separation, please don't use a man's name to make me jealous, but I know that only a creature like him can be with you." The boy's voice became low, and pain and sorrow filled his eyes. "I will engrave you in my heart, and you will be my eternal fantasy!"

"But Yong Zhou used the burning to remind me that I can't stay here to bother you any longer." The young man let go of the girl's hand regardless of the pleading in her eyes. He handed her the painting he brought. "Please forgive my selfishness. I hope I can stay in your heart a little longer. I hope that when you appreciate the beauty, you can think of me, a poor painter who has devoted my heart."

[Fatima took the painting with trembling hands. She saw herself dancing under the moonlight, with the bright red silk fluttering from her raised hands until it touched the very edge of the painting.]

"Please don't be so humble! I have already been burned by your love! Please stay! In just three quarters of an hour, you can enjoy this garden of eternal daylight!" The girl held the canvas in one hand and held the red silk with the other hand, interlocking her fingers with the boy again.

"If it was just the burning pain, your beauty would have healed me long ago. What really makes me reluctant to leave is everything you deserve." The young man turned his head away, but did not loosen his hand holding the girl's. "How could your pure heart be tainted by the filth from this world? Oh! Oh! The burning pain! I can't stand it! It's the shame in my heart that's forcing me to leave!"

"No! No!" The girl's heart was filled with love. She forgot her friend's advice and expressed her feelings to her lover eagerly. "If I really love you, I won't tolerate you suffering for me! Take me away, take me away!"

"Moonlight! My moonlight!" The young man became excited. He turned around their interlocked hands and ran out pulling his lover.

[The red satin in the palms of the two men fluttered outwards just like in the painting, nimbly and elegant, and with a reckless passion. Jocelyn, who had hurried over, only caught a glimpse of the last bright red of the ribbon and could no longer call his friend back.]

"If he really loves you, how could he not survive a quarter of an hour of burning? Fatima, Fatima!" Zabini was the only one left in the light of the stage. The paint on his body was even brighter, making his already delicate features even more charming. "You couldn't bear to see him burn for three quarters of an hour, but you have to endure the cold scorch of the moonlight all night long when you go outside! Fatima!"

[The Child of Eternal Day came under the bright moon, the sunlight and moonlight collided, Fatima became illusory, she felt the coldness of the moonlight, but her lover's constant praise made her have no time to deal with the fear in her heart, she just followed Tracy's guidance in the moonlight, walked that fragrant road again, and experienced all the dangers again.]

[Finally, Fatima arrived at Teresi's manor. In the studio of the man she loved, she saw countless girls dancing in the moonlight.]

"Please don't waver, you are my only moonlight! These are just dim stars beside the bright moon. I will seal this studio! You are my only one!" Draco waved his hands between the easels. Nott behind the scenes swung his wand, causing the phantoms to fall down with Draco's movements.

The dim white light after the easel fell surrounded Della, making her the center of the stage. Draco beside her did not move. Della took two steps towards the audience. She clutched the red satin, clasped her hands in front of her chest in a praying gesture, and began her monologue.

"I am shaken! I am shaken! But I leave the eternal day of my own accord, and have no face to return to my paradise!"

"The sunlight embraces me, but my lover does not like the heat, he only loves the ethereal moonlight."

"But the moonlight would not accept me, and kept me cold with its cooling air all night long."

"My lover! My lover! I can only regard him as my sun!"

[Fatima's cry faded in her heart. She looked at the new sun that could not bring her warmth, frowned sadly, and still held Tracy's hand. The red satin fluttered in their clasped hands, but it was no longer as warm as before, only symbolizing the intertwined fate of the two.]

The two people on the stage separated again. Della was trembling. She stood in the moonlight under Draco's manipulation, enduring the cold that penetrated into her bones as she made each movement. Her lover no longer expressed his feelings, but only held the paintbrush and talked about beauty.

[The child of the eternal day quickly weakened under the moonlight, and her originally stunning and ethereal beauty gradually became sad. Her lover was still praising her sickly beauty at first, but soon he stopped painting for her.]

[Tracy opened the studio again and put the painting of Fatima in it. Facing the sad girl whose beauty was no longer there, Tracy shamefully distanced himself from her. He packed up his painting tools and prepared to continue his search for beauty.]

"Tracy, where are you going? Why did you open this room again?" The girl, holding the red satin, questioned the boy with painting supplies on his back.

"My heart is empty again, Fatima, can you bear to let my soul become dim?" Facing the girl full of sorrow, the boy's voice was no longer as warm as before, and he turned his face away.

"But I gave everything for you! Tracy, you can't do this to me!" The girl threw down the red satin in excitement.

"Everything? You just stepped out of that paradise! But what about me? For the moment I saw you, my knight gave his most loyal soul!" The young man also became indignant. He waved his arms and knocked down the easel where Fatima was dancing. "My loyal Rob! How I miss him! He is my best brother!"

"You, you!" The girl took two steps back. The blue light gathered behind her and began to jump violently. She pointed at the young man with his face torn open and could not utter a word.

"Okay, Fatima, let's not continue this topic." The boy turned sideways, sounding very tired. He lifted the easel on his back and said, "I'm just going out to paint a picture. You just wait here for me to come back."

"Wait for you to come back? Wait for you to bring back new moonlight?"

"Fatima!?"

"Ah! I am a child of the sun, but I was blinded by your disguised affection and abandoned everything I had; I should have been shining like the sun, but to cater to your preferences, I have to endure the coldness of the moonlight!" Ignoring the boy's shame and anger, the girl opened her arms and took two steps towards the audience.

"I see clearly! The floating ribbon is not the bud of love, nor is it a witness between you and me. It is the poisonous snake that destroys Eden!" The girl looked down at the red satin at her feet. She squatted down, gently put the red satin into the palm of her hand, and when she spoke again, she calmed down.

"Tracy, the sun never rejects me. I just can't bear to give up my feelings for you." The girl stood up, carrying the boy on her back. The red satin on her hand flowed down like blood. "You said I just stepped out of that paradise. I don't want to argue with you about the meaning behind it, but I want to let you know something."

[While the boy was in doubt about the girl's words, the girl turned around, her pale face was burning with blood, but her body became even more illusory.]

"Behind the eternal daylight is the darkness that cannot be stepped on. I am leaving, but I still can't bear to leave you, Tracy. I will leave my love for you and let it be expressed again and again under the moonlight that you love the most, just like you said at the beginning -"

"Tracy, please forgive my selfishness. I hope I can stay in your heart a little longer. I hope you can think of me, a poor person who has given my heart, when you appreciate the moonlight."

"No, no!" The young man rushed towards the girl in fear, but he only grabbed the falling red satin. The girl's figure disappeared, leaving only her vague words.

"I will return to my paradise. I wish to become an animal, a bird, or a fish, and live there forever—"

"Fatima..." the young man murmured. He remembered the girl's initial liveliness and felt melancholy unconsciously. However, before he could indulge in this emotion, the heat of the red satin in his palm forced him to scream, and he threw away the proof of his former love.

Before the red satin even hit the ground, it turned completely black under the wave of Della's magic wand. The skinny woman's body arched out from it, and the sticky swamp-like substance covered the entire body of the opposite sex. The newly born monster shouted, "Love! Affection! Tracy! I will never leave you!"

"Ghost! Ghost!" The young man collapsed to the ground, kicking his legs wildly. He couldn't muster the courage to run away, so he just stepped back a little. In panic, he called out the name of the knight who had long disappeared, "Rob! Rob! Save me! Kill this ugly female ghost!"

[The female ghost made of love and sorrow did not hurt the ugly Tracy. Under the moonlight, she wandered around Tracy, repeatedly expressing her love that has continued to this day with her sharp cries.]

[From now on, she will also show her strong emotions to her beloved on countless moonlit nights]

After saying this, Nott slammed the book shut with a swing of his wand, and the closed curtains opened with a swish of Della's wand. The three people who stepped aside walked onto the stage.

"This is a bit, too much." Lockhart, who had recovered from his shock, looked at the paint on Zabini and Della, which only showed faint water marks under the sunlight, and clapped his hands blankly, "No, I want to say this is great!"

Thunderous applause broke out from the audience. The four little snakes on the stage bowed, and Draco walked off the stage hand in hand with Della.

Their fingers were not interlocked as they did on the stage, but simply held together. However, their palms were extremely hot when they touched each other. This might be the barrier between paradise and the outside world, or it might be the tenderness brought by the red satin.

But I will not drag you into an environment that will make you miserable.

I don’t want to be Tracy, who is selfish and immersed in the moonlight, nor do I want you to be Fatima, who is deeply in love and loses herself.

I just want you to be you, the original you.

This isn't a drama that requires conflict, so let's both take a step back and stop paying attention to each other's surroundings, and just let Draco and Della meet simply.

Even if we are forever separated by an unbridgeable gap in our wait-and-see attitude with no future in sight, I will never give up on you.