【Lunk】 Premonition

【伦克】 预感

yanqingque

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43476702

Summary:

★ The original work is a personal literary fantasy (≈unclear meaning), a total of 5.2k words, BGM: evermore (Taylor Swift/ Bon Iver)

★ Summary: Leonard suddenly had a premonition.

★ Another sentence Summary: He will never see Klein again.

It started with a rainy day. The rain in Backlund came too late. It was gloomy all day long, and it slowly fell in the evening. It was wet, cold and dense, and the fog-like water vapor blurred the street scene. On the window glass of No. 7 Pinster Street, raindrops outlined traces one after another, interlaced and overlapped.

Leonard had a premonition at this moment.

"I don't think Klein will come." he said.

Pales' voice came after a while: "Did you make an appointment before?"

"I guess so." Leonard lowered his head, picked up the biscuits on the table and started eating. They were too sweet, so he stood up and planned to make himself a cup of coffee.

"If he hasn't shown up by now, he probably won't come." Pales said. He could only infer based on the time when Klein Moretti usually showed up. Leonard and his former colleague kept in touch through a great being, and Pales had no idea of ​​the specific circumstances of the agreement.

"Yeah," Leonard said casually, rinsing the cups, taking out the coffee can, and then pausing. He didn't boil water.

He picked up the yellow lemon next to the tableware. The fruit fell into his hands, bringing a slightly cool touch. Leonard bought these at the market after leaving St. Samuel's Church in the morning. The lemon had a strong aroma, and after putting it down, the fresh bitterness was left on his fingers.

Pales said nothing.

Leonard began to fiddle with the basket of fruits and vegetables. He rinsed them, scrubbing the skins with his fingers again and again. The sound of running water echoed in the empty room.

"I think," Leonard said, his voice so distorted that it was hard to tell it was him, "that it might be good for Klein not to come here.""He needs to rest." "But this might not be the right place."It's such a hassle to get here from the God-Forsaken Land... Every time, every time I see him, he looks so tired."

"He chose to come here," Pales said, emphasizing his words and repeating, "This is his own choice. You should believe that he has the ability to judge what is good for him."

Leonard dropped his hands and let the water flow over his fingers.

"You don't have to think so," Pales almost sighed, "He said he wanted to discuss occult knowledge with me in person, but you must know the real reason. You undoubtedly provided him with a place to rest..."

"It's because it was his own choice!" Leonard suddenly raised his voice, clenched his fists and punched the pool, splashing water droplets. "It's because he chose to come here, but I, I can't do anything, so I..."

"I don't know what to do."

"If it wasn't me, if Klein didn't choose me... maybe, maybe he."

Leonard's voice slowly faded away, and then suddenly disappeared, as if it had been swallowed up.

"There's no maybe," Pales said. "You know, he keeps telling you that. It's not a question of 'Is there a better option?' You're the only option he has."

Leonard didn't move. After a long while, he said, "Old man, Klein won't be coming."

"Yeah." Pales responded.

"He told me last night, in our dream," Leonard said in a low, intermittent voice, as if a thin pin had cut open his heart and words were falling out one by one, "He thought it would be nice to be able to drink sweet iced tea with me at home today."

"He smiled at me, old man. Can you imagine? His expression... the corners of his mouth and eyebrows," Leonard frowned, clenched his hands, and laboriously recreated the scene at that moment bit by bit. "It was the first time I knew he liked to drink this. I asked him what sweet ice tea was, how it was made, and where I could buy it. He smiled again."

Leonard raised his hand and patted his chest: "It seems like the laughter came from here."

"Lemon, black tea, preferably with ice," Leonard murmured, "It's perfect for a hot climate. Even on an island, sweet iced tea is more refreshing than the local specialty."

"I thought about it and said, don't you like sweet drinks? Aren't lemons very sour?"

"He shook his head at me, like an animal shaking its head, and said, you are wrong, it is not sour at all, it is blended very well, with a fresh aroma, but it will not affect the overall taste."

"What can I say?" Leonard raised his hands and covered his eyes. "All I can say is, OK, I'll prepare it. If you come tomorrow, we can make sweet iced tea together."

"He said yes."

Pales said nothing.

"But it rained in Backlund today," Leonard continued to cover his eyes. "Last night, I was in the basement of Saint Samuel's Church and had a dream about Klein. When I came out of the church in the morning, I smelled the scent of rain. The sky was gloomy."

"I thought, ah, it's going to rain today."

"Then I went to the market and immediately saw a woman with brown curly hair, and in her basket were the lemons I needed. It was the first time I noticed that lemons were such a bright yellow color. The sky was really gloomy."

"So I thought, well, maybe Klein won't come here again."

"You..." Pales spoke, but he seemed unable to say anything and fell silent again.

"He chose me, but I couldn't do anything," Leonard lowered his head again, "He won't come to me again in the end, but I..."

"But I was thinking..."

Rapid sobs, like the sound of a plucked reed, mingled with Leonard's fragmented voice.

"Where is he going then?"

Pales used a knife to cut the lemon on the chopping board into two halves. The fresh bitterness was evident in the dark room. He said, "It's time for you to have dinner."

This sudden premonition came again in the temporary residence of the Red Gloves Team in East Balam, South Continent. It was a sunny day, the most common good weather here. Leonard took a long nap, and when he woke up, he reached into the pocket of his clothes against his chest and touched a hard gold coin.

Leonard took out the gold coin and twirled it between his fingers. Under the bright sunlight, the coin reflected a dazzling light, and he could hardly see the king's portrait on it clearly.

"Old man," he began to shout at the thief angel who was still hiding in his body even though Amon was no longer paying attention to him, "You said before that you weren't sure whether Klein was giving this gold coin to you or to me, right?"

Pales seemed to sigh and only responded with a light "hmm".

"But what use is it to me? How can I help him?" Leonard put the gold coin on the table and pushed it down. "So I'll give it to you."

Pales didn't say anything, perhaps because he had heard too many similar questions and answers and no longer tried to communicate.

"Have you noticed this?" Leonard leaned back in his chair, as if he wanted to put his feet on the table, but he quickly gave up the attempt. "Klein often tosses and catches a gold coin to do simple divination. You said before that if it's not at his level, it's unlikely to work."

Without needing Pales to answer, Leonard continued: "So maybe this gold coin has a similar function, right?"

He slapped the table, and the gold coin was bounced off the wooden table by the Beyonder's precise control and flew into the air. Leonard caught it halfway down and clasped it on the back of his hand as fast as the wind.

"I'm not a fortune teller," Leonard said.

He removed his hand covered with gold coins, with the portrait facing upwards.

There was nothing to say. The room was silent. The gold coins lying flat on the table were also silent. Even the scattered light no longer reflected.

"Do you remember the first time Klein came to Pinster Street to look for us?" Leonard laughed. "German Sparrow politely rang the doorbell and took off his hat to salute me when I opened the door."

"He told me he was coming the day before, but I didn't really think it was true. I was just a little anxious and didn't know how to treat him. He had just experienced a life-and-death battle in the God-Forsaken Land, but I was so distracted that I forgot to prepare some food for the guest, and you didn't remind me."

"I ushered him in. I was very nervous. It had been so long since I had met him in person. I didn't know what to say. And he, I think he should have been more embarrassed. You know, he often blushes easily, but he didn't show it on his face. He seemed like he could pull out a gun and shoot me at any time for not being a good host, so I brought him the best tea."

"We started chatting. Ah, of course, I exchanged a few pleasantries with him, and you started chatting. You asked him about some things in the past, and he said something specific and vague - he just has this kind of speaking skills. I was listening the whole time, I was looking at him, and I felt very weird, but I couldn't put my finger on it."

"This is me! So stupid and childish, like a teenager. I didn't remember it until he was about to leave that day. I didn't speak until I said, Klein, why are you pretending here? You can meet me in your true form."

"He was stunned. It was really funny to see this expression on his face. I did laugh, and then he glared at me. But it had no deterrent effect, because I noticed that he started to become shorter than me, and his clothes became the right size. I asked him, I said, Klein, could it be that you changed your clothes yourself? Then aren't you running naked?"

"In fact, I didn't even finish my question because he stepped on my foot hard. If he hadn't had his cane in his hand, he would have just waved it, which would have made him look less... angry, but the cane was still there."

"When I looked at him again, I saw Klein. He was still very thin, with an unhealthy white complexion, and his eyes seemed to be moving restlessly... When I was in Tingen, I always thought that he seemed to have a lot of things to worry about, like a cat or rabbit that was always on guard. He didn't understand anything, but wanted to know everything. I would laugh at him in my heart at that time. I was still, I was still acting like a senior."

Pales sneered.

"But how come it's already this time? He's going to be an angel soon, and he's working hard to get promoted to an angel. He knows countless things that I don't even know where he got them from... Why does he still have those eyes?"

"Those eyes just looked at me, just looked at me..."

"Did I cry again? I wish I didn't. But I was happy that I hugged him that day."

Leonard reached out and held the gold coin in his hand, his five fingers clasped together tightly.

"Only when I hold him in my arms will I know that he is so thin and it is definitely not just because of his fortune teller's physique.

"When Klein sat in my armchair, he seemed to sink into it. His cane wasn't very long."

"Then he stopped coming," Leonard said. "The day I knew he wasn't coming, it rained really hard until midnight."

"When I contacted him later, he was already an angel."

"Are you saying that's spiritual intuition, or what?"

Pales didn't reply, but Leonard knew he was listening.

"Where is Klein going this time?" Leonard whispered, as if humming an unknown ballad.

"That day, when he came to the church and threw the gold coin, I didn't seem to have any special feelings," Leonard spread out his five fingers and looked at the gold coin in his palm. "What was the weather like that day? What did I have for lunch? What was the light in the church like? I don't remember much. He appeared and left, no more important than a gust of wind."

"Was it because I was too confused that day?" Leonard leaned back in his chair and looked at the ceiling. "No. Now I know that day was just like today. There is no difference."

"My eyes have captured everything, but my brain refuses to acknowledge it, so all those feelings are delayed until now."

"He was actually saying goodbye to me. And just now..."

Leonard closed his eyes.

"I had a sudden feeling that this time, he would not come back."

"This is really..." Leonard wanted to speak several times but remained silent. The bitter taste spread from his chest into his mouth like a substance.

"The fortune teller, or a being of such high status, has seen his own destiny, so..." Leonard stopped talking.

"Amon is already the true god of both the 'error' and 'door' paths." Pallez only replied with this sentence.

"But what does this mean? He didn't even say a word to me." Leonard clenched his fists so hard that his bones began to ache.

"He can't just show up there and say nothing and think that everything will end like this, think..." Leonard gritted his teeth, "think that I will understand everything."

"I don't understand at all!" Leonard felt that his uncontrollable anxiety almost turned his palms into wolf claws, scratching his heart that was now relentlessly attacking.

"How can I understand? Why did he die? Why did he come back to life after dying, do so much for revenge alone, and then be bound to God for his whole life?"And why did he, just an ordinary person, such a skinny guy who would lose his temper for no reason and get entangled in everything, have to participate in the battle between gods, be used as a pawn, and be oppressed?"

"What does he want me to understand?" Leonard punched the table. Cracks appeared on the wooden table, one of the legs broke, and all the cups and plates on the table fell to the ground. "Without him saying anything?"

"Last time he left, I knew he liked to drink sweet iced tea, as if we were just friends who had just met." Leonard had already stood up. He seemed to want to kick something, but finally stopped and just stood there blankly. "This time he leaves, what will I know? Did he get a gold coin?"

This handsome young man was almost pitiful, standing in the bright sunshine of the southern continent, motionless.

"If I see him again, I will definitely keep him, no matter what, even if I have to beat him up, whatever," Leonard held the gold coin tightly, "I want him to look into my eyes and answer me, what's wrong with him? Why is he like this? And where is he...going?"

"But I know I won't be able to see him."

Leonard opened his five fingers, and in his palm, the gold coin lay quietly, not reflecting any light.

"I had this feeling as soon as I woke up."

"I almost thought I was going to die."

The last time was in the Goddess's kingdom. When promoted to an angel, the spirituality was the most scattered, and the intuition was at its peak. Leonard felt that he was gradually turning into an indescribable darkness, which gradually eroded and enveloped the entire world. Fear, sleep and eternal death made up Him. Leonard was immersed in a dream like a perpetual flowing water, and felt the coldness penetrate his whole body.

He tried to gather his own consciousness, away from those fears that were not sharp but could freeze people until they completely died. His "all" had become the dark night, and all the anchors were breathing slightly, which were the stars above. Leonard then flew towards the sky, and he quickly passed through all the dreams, fears and deaths. No pair of pale hands could catch him, and he just kept rising.

Then, at a certain moment, a moment that was touched, He turned his head and saw a scene in the deepest part of the depths, which was as vague and light as the shadow of a dream, fleeting, and subtler than the ripples of the uneasy fate itself.

This awakens Leonard to the scent of the Deep Sleep Flower.

He met with the Goddess of Night and learned everything under the guidance of Ms. Arianna.

"He is still asleep," the invisible being said in an emotionless but gentle voice, "but He wants to see you."

How could he believe it? He was already a mass of indescribable darkness, a secret servant of fear, sleep, and death, yet he could still feel all the waves at this moment.

It was a sudden premonition, a brief glimpse, and Leonard finally grasped the tiniest glimmer of possibility.

Leonard held his breath, feeling the tiny and faint ups and downs of this world, as if he was stepping on the shaky fate itself. In the swaying, he saw all the endless sorrow flowing to the same place.

What is impossible, if even the Lord of Mysteries shares this sorrow?

Why can't I believe it? If... at the end of the sadness, as Leonard had just strangely sensed, at the deepest part of the depths, as vaguely as the shadow of a dream, that person stood there, revealing a gentle smile.

All the pain will finally stop.