[Contest Entry 2011] The Olive Garden

The house was empty, yet I can still recall the smell of old books that my father always kept in his study. It was a smell that I had always detested, and curse under my breath. A direction I could never understand, an unwelcoming presence I tried to discard from our life.

A man of unspeakable desires, always lusting over ideas he couldn’t attain. He was an intelligent man of great honor, only to waste those years looking for nothing. He was more than a father—he was my best friend, the man who I could never lust for, and the reason why I did it all.

It was the winter of 2009, and the aroma of peppermint filled the study as I set the tea on the glass table. He was sitting by the window, staring at the same page he had left when mother died. I closed my eyes and kept calling his name in my head, hoping he would look at me and summon me the way he always used to.

“Olivia.”

My eyes opened only to hear a withering voice, struggling to call out my name once more.

“Olivia…”

“Yes, father?” I said, as I came closer to him, only to stop at the same place I had always stood during my childhood. The same place I always stood to watch my parents show their affection.

“Has any letter come for me?” He mumbled under his breath.

“No, however I have received news that Edward Guttsenburg, Duke of Montpensier had died early this morning.”

“Is that so…”

The rustling of the leaves outside the open window masked the silence that stood between us.

“It seems that I have lived too long.” He chuckled. “I have outlived my wife, a son, and now the man who I promised your hand.”

“He died of cardiac arrest. It could have happened to anyone.” I answered, trying to ease him. I knew that he felt enfeebled ever since he’s been unwell. The lingering thoughts of mother only make him weaker. If only I could erase her existence from this house… if only.


Act II

Knock, knock.

“William, I’m coming in.” I said. I opened the door and immediately snuck up behind him to see what he was engrossed with on his computer.

“…Fa…kku?” I winced.

“Ah, it’s you Olivia.” He murmured as he turned to look at me. “Are you still selling her belongings?”

“You really have no shame in hiding your perverted side.” I said sullenly as I flip through the magazines lying on the table. “And yes, I am still getting rid of her wrench from the house.”

“Ah, your dark side finally shows, mademoiselle. Are you still incapable of accepting defeat?” he asked with interest, and I laughed at the idea.

“There is no competition. I am merely doing this for my own amusement.” I snickered.

“If you say so, then I guess I can’t argue. Are you here to drop off another set of her belongings?”

“Yes, sell them for whatever they are worth.” …If they are even worth anything.

“Fine, just leave them on the table.” He said quietly.

Act III

The house was empty, and now I recall the scent of everything burning. It was a vivid memory that I can never forget. The truth is that, it is something I will never understand.

I close my eyes to remember the nightmares that haunt me. In a blink of an eye, when I had returned from my trip, everything was in flames. Instead of grieving over the loss of what I had lived for, I let it go. I realized that I had to set you free. These were flames you set yourself that freed you from the misery of being chained. The tears I had waited to fall never came.

Now, I walk into your study for the last time. The shelves that were packed with books, the table that we used to have tea with, and the cigars that you used to always use… are all gone. All that is left is… a safe. I immediately rushed to open the safe, still remembering the number you used. I opened it, hoping for a memento of you. It was a letter.

I carefully opened the remaining memoir of you with my trembling hands.

My dearest Olivia,

You are the daughter I wish I never had. However, if I had never had you, I would have never met you. You are truly the greatest mystery of my years. Your olive green eyes, your long dark hair, everything about your face reminded me of Victoria. As years went by, your similarities started to fade, and you grew into a tender young lady. You grew so fast, that I had forgotten that we were father and daughter. Your smile filled the missing place in my heart, and your every move was a blessing in my eyes. You are the greatest gift, the greatest pleasure, yet the greatest problem.

I have loved you with all my heart, and with all my life. I dedicated everything to you and you alone. I could not stop what I had felt, and it’s my fault. I am the reason why your mother died. Victoria knew that I fell in love with you. She knew, even before I did. Before her death, she had told me that once those olive trees bloom, she will give me freedom. At first, I did not understand her. Her death was so sudden to me that, I could feel the guilt on my shoulder. Today, through this letter I will tell you the meaning of those trees in our garden. When the olive trees we plant in our garden bloom, I can tell you how much I love you. I will not be bounded with the chains of guilt. However, as I keep asking myself why I could not bring myself to look at you anymore, I realized that you still looked like her. You reassemble Victoria to the point that I don’t know who I will see if I continued to look at you.

When you see this letter, I will no longer be alive. I admit that it was my mistake to put you and Victoria in the situation. I could not stop myself. I will finally end it all. You do not need to suffer anymore. Do not live in the past like I have. When those olive trees bloom, I want you to know that I love you.

Sir Walter Bordiú

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I walked to the front door. I smile as I see the snow fall continuously to the ground. “Look, father. It’s a white Christmas this year.” I said as I sat down on the stairs and leaned on a pillar. “Father… please call me like you always used to.” My heart has been lifted, and I slowly closed my eyes in the winter snow.


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What do you call a hentai between family members again? Is it incest?
Anyhow, I'll vote for ya!

Not only a hentai, but any type of intimate relationship between immediate family members is considered 'incest' in the English language, yes. Whether or not cousins are included in 'immediate' is up in the air to some kinds of people.