Chapter 3

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Translator: MysticRain

-Alpha’s memory

Austria in my memory had a clear-water lake and bright and beautiful sunshine. But compared to the water in the lake, his eyes were even clearer and compared to the sunshine, his smile was even brighter and more beautiful.

Vienna in 1923, people lived a peaceful life. I just graduated from the conservatory of music and worked in the church choir.

There, I met Gein for the first time, a handsome and simple boy.

The priest said he was an abandoned child, his mother brought him here from Germany, and died in the process. No one knew the whereabouts of his biological father. Therefore he was left in the village and brought up by the church.

When I first met him, he was 10 years old and I was 25.

He was alone, and so was I

Perhaps because of the same fate, I was no stranger to his feelings. Even though he always refused my help, I could still see the yearning looks in his eyes.

I liked to call his name over and over again to see him knitted his brows.

I liked to accompanied him by his side quietly and listened to his shallow or deep breathing.

I knew it was hard for him to trust others, but I hope I can bring him joy and happiness.

Because sometimes, he would occasionally reveal the loneliness and made my heart ached very much.

That kind of loneliness, I had once experienced it; That kind of loneliness, I don’t want him to experience again.

Therefore, I tried every way to talked to him and chatted with him. Sometimes, even just sat with him in silence.

My idea was very simple——at the very least, he could have a shoulder to lean on when he feels sad.

Such days went on for a very long time. Finally one day, in a certain quiet afternoon, after I finished casually played the “Moonlight”, he walked slowly to my side and was silent for a long time before he suddenly asked me in a very low voice: “You……can you teach me how to play……play that song just now……”

He had never asked for anything, and the first time he spoke, he was so shy.

I nodded and smiled, and pulled him to the other end of the bench. I gently covered those small, white hands, the temperature of the touch was the same as fire.

It turned out……he……will also……get nervous……

I remembered that afternoon I sniffed the smell of the sunshine remained in his hair and saw him revealed a bright smile for the first time.

Gein, I often thought, if time could turn back and if everything could return to the past, I’m willing to give all that I have, only in exchange for the smile you once had.

It just, Gein……we……can’t go back——

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Author’s Note: Pay attention to the title…this is a memory.

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