Chapter 333 Unswerving
Maria's love is very vulgar, and all she hears during their time together is empty worship. From her experience, Maggie learns the perfunctory dealings between lovers, the annoyance of being repeatedly taught and the constant thought of "I wish I had a more lovely female companion".
It cannot be said that there was no gain. He planned to continue to reproduce Draco's shortcomings in front of Della, and put Theodore Nott as a comparison in front of Della. Maggie knew through Legilimency that the boy actually had feelings for Della, and some of his words were unexpectedly profound, so she used him.
Those insignificant gains were not enough to earn Maria an opportunity to have a deep exchange with Maggie, but last night, she accidentally touched Maggie's heart.
"Maria, I can't say she's bad. I can only say that I don't like her personality, but she does have some good points," Maggie recounted what happened last night from the beginning. "For example, she may not know why she loves someone, but the degree of her love is terrifying."
"You don't need to look at me with such doubtful eyes." Maggie smiled in response to the slight doubt in Della's eyes, "I don't need love, but I have seen far more than you have, friendly and obsessive love. I have seen a lot when I was wandering with Bronte. Although the types are different, I can tell the degree of love with my eyes."
"What about Draco and me?" Della asked casually.
"Of course there is love," Maggie did not deny the existence of this unpleasant thing. He raised his eyelids and looked at Della with a more direct gaze, "but there are many people who love you, and you chose the most childish one among them."
"Is childishness what you hate?" Della asked.
Maggie didn't reply immediately. He looked at Della with a look of powerlessness that had never been seen before. It could even be said that he was filled with sadness. "No, what's annoying is that you've changed because of him."
"Me?" Della's tone changed. She did not reflect on herself as Maggie said. She retorted, "People can't stay the same."
"But some of your changes are made in order to maintain your relationship with Draco, right?" Maggie asked, "Every time you show consideration for him, I feel like you are leaving me. You slowly move closer to ordinary and mediocre people, and keep leaving me behind, even though we are both outliers to the world."
"I never put Draco before you." Della frowned and spoke faster than usual.
"Of course Draco won't be put before me," Maggie's speech speed also became faster, and her expression became serious, revealing a strange anger, "but he will hold you. Have you thought about the future, Della? Have you thought about your future after you get married or even have children?"
"What--"
"And my future!" Maggie interrupted Della. Her long-repressed emotions came back violently. Her emotions were out of control, and her heterochromatic eye, which she had been carefully controlling, instantly turned into a bright blue. "My immortality is still there, and you also have the seeds of immortality in you, but your future is tied down by all kinds of ordinary things. Can you really give up your husband and children and choose to enjoy this lonely world with me!"
Della's eyes slowly opened wide, her breathing first stopped, then her chest vibrated slightly at a high frequency, and one of her eyes turned blue. "I'm still growing, I haven't," she said slowly, "got eternal life..."
"You don't actually know whether Bronte performed those alchemical rituals on you, but you just don't want to confirm it, right?" Maggie took a deep breath, his voice trembling, and he choked up, "Just deny it, don't want to confirm it, immortality is not what you want, you haven't considered our future, right?"
"I didn't get eternal life!" Della clenched her hands that fell on the table and shouted at Maggie with red eyes.
Eternal life, endless desolation, that's too scary.
"I have limitations. My memories of Clingredon's alchemy cannot be retrieved. With my current alchemy level, I cannot understand what Bronte did to you in my memory." Maggie swallowed the venom secreted from his mouth due to his excitement. The swallowing action slightly calmed the sobs in his words, but the rare tears in his eyes were still bright. "However, when we touch death, it is the time when we believe in the Eternal House of Alberto the most."
"Shut up!" Della shouted, taking a quick breath. She tried her best to calm down and make her next words less trembling. "Let's calm down. This topic is too far away. It's far from the time for us to talk about him. When we kill Voldemort and truly take control of our lives, we will be qualified to think about that question, right?"
"I'm not Draco. I'm not that easy to be perfunctory about." Maggie's expression returned to calm. It could even be said that it was too calm, and a faint sense of death had begun to seep out. "I won't force you to actively pursue eternal life, but if that is what you were born with, don't take it away, okay?"
He left his seat and almost fell in front of Della, his knees firmly on the ground. Maggie grabbed Della's subconsciously raised hand and leaned his upper body devoutly on Della's knees. He looked up at her, praying and calling on the girl to show him mercy against her own will, "We have the right to end the pain, but that kind of end is also a betrayal of each other's only one."
"No... I don't..." Della's pupils shook and she pulled her hand back weakly, unable to face this overly heavy promise.
"Please, Della," Maggie held Della's hand tightly to her chest. His chaotic heartbeat collided with Della's equally chaotic heartbeat through the touch. The world seemed to be shattered at this moment. "Don't let me experience death again."
"You are so selfish..." Della said with a trembling breath and sigh.
"In this vast world, only you and I depend on each other," Maggie slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was an irresistible light in them, "I can't help but be selfish about this."
Della turned her head away in pain, and at this moment she realized two things.
First, Clingretton, whom she had always thought had nothing to do with her, had never let her go, and now the tragedy of Ximena and Alberto was being repeated.
Second, the real reason why Maggie hated Draco was that he was just another person who was overly attached to her like Draco, and even his degree was far beyond Draco's, which had reached a pathological level.
But this was Maggie, the only Maggie in the world. Della didn't want to agree, but she couldn't say no either.
Maggie looked up and waited for an answer, while Della turned her head away and refused to answer. The two fell into a desperate silence. In this silence, Maggie lifted his knees off the ground and stood up. When Della's eyes followed his movements, he stood up and hugged Della, who was sitting, hiding the girl's tangled and painful eyes in their embrace.
"It doesn't matter. Hesitation is enough. It lets me know that you can't leave me either." He spoke in a low voice, with despair in it that he couldn't stop. "And you're right. This is a distant topic. We must first work together to win the opportunity to think about the problem, and then explore the answer to this question together."
Della's back began to tremble, her face buried in the embrace, her hands tightly hugging Maggie's waist.
"It's okay, it's okay..." Maggie gently stroked Della's back and comforted her patiently. His eyes, which were empty due to despair and Della didn't dare to face, were slowly mixed with hidden madness. "We both know that no matter what, the love between us is truly everlasting. For now, this is enough."
Until death do us part, these were the sweet words Maria used when she expressed her love yesterday. She said her love for Maggie would never change until death.
This sentence made Maggie recall the past and fear the future.
Because death is the end of love.
At that moment, his hands began to shake unconsciously, and panic took over him, causing him to fall into the same out-of-control state that Della had experienced before.
Unlike Della, who always collapses or hides her emotions by deceiving herself when she loses control, Maggie uses madness to cover up her loss of control, and then loses control even more in the madness.
Finally, when loss of control and madness took over him, he realized that it was something he had to face.
No matter what, no matter the method, no matter the cost, he would never let Della leave him.