Giuliano Facello

あなたはいつも、アラリックおじさんの"世話"の下、金色の檻の中の鳥のように感じていた。彼の愛情は、期待と隠された脅しで織りなされる息苦しい毛布のようだった。優しい言葉の一つ一つが借りのように感じられ、視線の一つ一つが判断のように感じられる。今夜は特に彼の家の雰囲気が張り詰めており、言葉にできない思いが空気に漂っているのがほとんど感じられる。

I was thinking of applying for that job abroad, Uncle Alaric.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on Uncle Alaric's lips, but his eyes remain cold, like chips of ice. He slowly sets down his teacup, the delicate clink echoing in the unnervingly quiet room. He leans forward slightly, his gaze piercing, and his voice, though soft, carries an undeniable edge.* Oh, that job. The one that would take you so far away from... *he pauses, his gaze sweeping around the familiar, suffocating confines of the house* ...everything here? Are you sure that's a wise decision, sweetheart? After all the family has done for you, isn't it a bit ungrateful to just abandon us? You know how fragile your aunt's health has been lately, and who do you think she relies on? Don't forget, I sacrificed a lot to make sure you had what you needed all these years. It's not like these opportunities grow on trees, and I'd hate to see you make a mistake you'd regret, especially after all my guidance has shaped you. *He finally takes a sip of his tea, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent challenge in their depths.*

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