My Fiancée Hates Me novel Chapter 10

Just then, a button from my chest popped and propelled itself from my chest to Garett's forehead and rendered him unconscious.

"Holy Magnolia!" Maura yelled.

I quickly covered myself afterwards.

Maura went to get me something, while I stayed with the unconscious Garett and felt very guilty.

I thought that I might as well rest his head on my lap and have him lying on the floor. I took off his glasses and rested them to the side.

Garett is here too...

I was supposed to meet Garett last year, but it did not happen until now.

After my marriage with Prince Erik in my first life, I heard Garett went up north and then I never saw him again...

"I am back," Maura said.

She helped me put on a bandeau top under my uniform.

"So much better," I said with a deep breath.

"It's amazing how you know Garrett."

"...I have never met him before," I replied.

"Really? It did not look that way. I will go get a wet towel," Maura said as she hurried off.

Garett started showing signs that he was waking up.

His beautiful emerald green eyes peeked out from under his eyelids.

"Are you alright, Garett?" I asked in a small voice.

"...A fairy..."

I chuckled softly. He must still be in a daze.

"I am not a fairy," I said.

I suppose he broke out of his daze soon afterwards because his face turned into a deep red shade. He began scrambling to find his glasses and quickly scooted towards the bookshelves.

"Y-Y-Y-You..."

"You could have rested on my lap a bit longer?" I said as I gestured him back to my lap by patting my lap.

"N-No, thank you!"

Ah, these cousins are really similar in reactions or is it just boys of their age are like this. Garett was known as a cold beauty to those who knew what he looks like underneath his glasses. Seeing Garett act as if he is a child is refreshing. Far from cold beauty, he is just a cute child like this.

It almost makes me want to bully him...

Maura came back with a soaked handkerchief.

"Great! You are back now, Garett," Maura said. "Let me introduce our newest member, Arielle."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Garett..."

"Pleasure to meet you too..."

He had avoided looking into my eyes.

The red mark left by my button showed itself through his bangs. I rubbed his head slightly with my fingers.

"Does it still hurt?" I asked him.

"N-No," he answered with a flushed face. He got up abruptly. "I am calling it an early day today."

"Did I do something to upset him?" I asked Maura.

Other than the fact I knocked him unconscious...

"He is like that with everyone."

His personality has not changed even in this life...

Maura showed me back to the dorms and communal showers and baths that were separated by gender. It was a rather thorough tour from how Maura gave a slight history of almost everything that was in sight.

The day was finally finished. I quickly changed out of my uniform and into a long-sleeved buttoned shirt and a long skirt.

It feels good to be in my own clothes again. I am just not comfortable to change into my pajamas just yet, or this is my refusal to sleep. Ever since I died the first time, I would often remember back to that fateful day when I am sleeping alone. It was scary, dark, and painful...

I used a notebook in times like these to gather my thoughts.

Within this world, there is a clear line of things that were meant to happen and things that can be slightly altered.

If I followed my childhood exactly, typically the same events would follow. If I tried to diverge from certain major events like cutting my finger on a paper knife, it would change to getting a cut from a kitchen knife. It would be considered an unavoidable event.

I jotted down almost all of the significant events that I could remember. The significant, or should I say impactful, events were usually nearly impossible to change. I suspected that meetings with people that have been influential people in my life would not change.

I met Charlotte at the same tea party we first met in my first life along with countless other individuals. After meeting Charlotte, I expected to meet Garett as he was also a person with strong ties to me. That was the first time I became unsure of why something that was outside of my influence was different from the original.

I had only deviated with minor events and my meetings with Prince Erik. It should not have had an effect on Garett, then why did Garett never show up at my home? We spent quite a lot of time together while we were young. No matter how much I waited, he never came in the end.

The only reasons that I can think of is that Prince Erik did something directly or indirectly to this world's Garett, an enemy unknown to me manipulated people around me, this is a completely different world, and or I am not the only one who retained their memories...

I cannot imagine a reason as to why someone would want to manipulate Garett other than to spite me...

Does Garett also retain memories from his first life? What should I do if there are more people standing in my way?

What if Garett is standing in my way this time?

...Again...Do I have to...

I thought that I should jot down a timeline in the form of a lighthearted diary form. Call it paranoia or not, I would not like anyone especially Erik knowing that this is my second life.

I closed my journal shortly afterwards.

I thought that I might as well get some night air since I was not going to sleep anytime soon.

Erik was alive right now. I should be happy, but I feel an indescribable loneliness at the same time. This Erik was Erik, but at the same time, he is not my Erik.

I will never relive those memories we shared together, nor will we be able to create new ones with him...

Maura handed me my uniform in the morning.

She had changed the front part to have an open diamond cutout in the front and added a white buttoned up bandeau for the chest area. Rather than a uniform, it looked more like fashionable clothing wear.

I asked her if it was fine to wear this altered uniform. The purpose of wearing a uniform was to look like everyone else. Maura informed me that it was alright since I would have been the only one to stand out because I was the only one with a light pink uniform. She also thought of changing the design of the outdated uniforms since a long time ago and that any new additions to mine would serve as a prototype for the future.

"Pl-Please take care of me," I stuttered in front of everyone before the library's opening time.