Dark Evolution Begins with Marrying an SSS-CLASS Blind Monster
Chapter 126: The Whispering Embrace

Chapter 126: The Whispering Embrace

In the depths of his tormented psyche, a relentless tempest of rage and anguish consumed Nellas. The words hurled at him dripped with raw and unbridled emotion—a potent blend of sorrow, resentment, and despair that seeped into his very soul.

"It is your fault that we died!" The accusatory tone sliced through his heart like a jagged blade, fueling the fire of guilt that raged within him.

"You shouldn’t have abandoned us." The words reverberated with a sense of betrayal and abandonment, haunting reminders of the moment he turned away from those who needed him most.

"You should have been there with us." The plea dripped with longing and an overwhelming sense of loss, as if his absence during their darkest hour had severed a vital connection they thought they could rely on.

"We all perished because of you..." The weight of collective blame loomed heavily in the air, each word laced with sorrow and anger that further intensified his crushing sense of responsibility.

"You should have returned our feelings!" The unfulfilled longing reverberated with heartache, as if his inability to reciprocate their emotions had led to an irreparable tragedy.

"Our hearts burned with yearning for you!" The ache in those words was palpable, a profound longing for acceptance and love left unanswered, amplifying the agony of their untimely demise.

"We sacrificed ourselves for you." The desperate plea echoed with the resonance of selflessness, a tortured reminder that their lives had been poured out in devotion, met with silence and apathy on his part.

"Because of you, we perished." The accusation carried the sting of betrayal, the torment of attributing their own demise to his choices, their existence extinguished beneath the weight of his perceived failures.

"Now, you shall endure the weight of your sins, all alone..." The venomous proclamation dripped with vindication, a bitter vow that Nellas’ tormented existence would be forever entangled with his own remorse, devoid of solace or redemption.

Their voices echoed within the depths of his mind, like the relentless lashings of a whip, a tempestuous storm that battered his very soul with unyielding intensity.

"I...apologize... I should have...returned," Nellas muttered through gritted teeth, his eyes squeezed shut, his hands clutching his head as the pain became unbearable. He withered on the bed, writhing and moaning in agony.

"I should have come back... I should have...returned..."

A tumultuous flood of emotions surged forth from deep within his soul, crashing into his heart with a force that threatened to consume him entirely—the heart-wrenching anguish of a soul tormented by regret.

"I am sorry..."

Clutching his chest with all his might, he convulsed and writhed. The torment that plagued his heart was inescapable and merciless, an unquenchable fire that ravaged his very being.

"Please forgive me... I do not wish to be alone..."

Tears streamed relentlessly down his cheeks, yet Nellas’ desperate pleas for forgiveness poured forth unceasingly.

"I do not want to be alone again... please... do not abandon me..."

Nellas!

Suddenly, in that moment of agonizing despair, rage, pain, and sorrow—all emotions merged into one—a beautiful voice pierced through the tumult, calling out to him.

Nellas!

It was a voice of compassion, brimming with warmth and understanding. Its melodic notes enveloped Nellas, like a gentle embrace that soothed his mind, heart, and soul.

The tempest subsided, its raging winds yielding to a tranquil breeze that washed away the torment and anguish.

And then, he felt a cool sensation, accompanied by the soft caress of tears and the tender grip of arms encircling his neck, causing his eyes to flutter open.

There, kneeling beside him on the bed, her hands gently encircling his neck, Nellas found himself being embraced by a black-haired girl. Her presence, her touch, permeated his senses, offering a tender respite from the torment that consumed him.

Minhe? Nellas’ thoughts stumbled over themselves, bewilderment etched clearly onto his features.

"Wake up, Nellas," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "You are not alone..."

"I am here..." she added, her hold around his neck tightening. "You will not be alone any longer... I am here for you... and I always will be."

Huh?

A pang of realization coursed through Nellas, widening his eyes in shock.

Did she hear the words I uttered in my dream?

Nellas’ thoughts raced, pondering the possible answers. And is she weeping because of me?

"No! I have to tell her that I am okay, to stop her tears!" his inner thoughts cried out, yet his hands acted contrary to his instincts, lifting instinctively to reciprocate the embrace.

But I dare not let go...

His inner thoughts taunted him.

For if I release her now... I may never have another chance to hold her in my arms like this...

For I do not know if I will ever find solace again... What if she, too, abandons me like the others if I withdraw my embrace...

His thoughts reverberated and echoed within his mind, caught in a maelstrom of fear and longing.

What if I am left all alone once more?... I do not wish to be alone any longer...

As Nellas clutched onto Minhe with trembling hands, his torment began to subside.

With each passing second, he felt the weight of his anguish ease, the tempest within his mind receding to a fragile calm.

The whisper of his voice escaped in barely audible breaths.

"Minhe..."

Upon hearing her name, Minhe gently loosened her grip, her eyes brimming with concern and curiosity, shimmering with unspoken emotions.

Nellas could discern the reflection of his pain within her caring gaze, evoking a surge of tenderness in his heart.

"Why were tears streaming down your face?" Minhe’s voice quivered with genuine care, her words hanging soft and gentle in the air.

A lump formed in Nellas’ throat, his voice trembling as he struggled to find the right words. "I had a haunting nightmare," he finally managed to utter, his voice a fragile thread.

"Minhe," Nellas spoke softly, his voice laced with lingering concern, "Did I cause you pain? Were you crying because of me?"

Minhe met his gaze with understanding and reassurance, her eyes brimming with compassion. "Nellas, I cannot explain why, but when I saw you in pain, my heart began to ache, and tears welled up uncontrollably," she confessed, her voice filled with raw honesty.