A Wish to Grab Happiness

It was understood by Vestalinu that his exhalation was surprisingly rough. This can't be happening. Why is my heart so shaken and my spirit so badly impatient as the words of that mercenary.

It's cod. Yes, it must be. It's all just a silly lie. Vesterine tells herself so many times, many times. Each time, the chest regained some calm, albeit slight.

But still, the depths of my heart remain shaky and I don't try to stop the twitching. Every time Bruder's voice fills the inside of the tavern, Vestalinu's entire body is shaken.

Because what I hear is so realistic that what I hear is reflected in my eyes as it is. Instead of being faint, its voice is heavy, heavy everywhere. I don't think it's a very vain lie, there's even a cage of life.

And, and. Oh, no. That can't be right, it can't be.

In a dim luxury tavern. This place was in a cage chosen by Vestalinu himself. If we bring the bad guys in here and let the child mercenaries surround us, no one can escape anymore. No one can come in for help anymore. That way you'll know the facts you want to know. I thought so, and it was the place and situation I chose at Vestalinu's hands.

But what about now? Isn't this space like a prison that blocks even your escape route? This strange darkness obscures even its boundaries as to what is real and what is false. I want to let my legs run away already, but the glances of the surrounding mercenaries hold it back.

Two names, Princess Iron and Steel, and a stronger self-esteem than iron, trampled on the option of escape themselves.

Vestalinu's eyes, quickly and instantly. Over and over again. The look on his face, which should have worn a cold mask, was terrible and annoying.

- Don't, Don.

So that noise, which was echoed by the outside world, must have been exactly the Messiah for Vestalinu. And the messenger tells. My father said he was calling himself.

- Yes, my father, Mordo.

Ooh, here and now, my guiding principles are back on my chest. It stains my head where I should go and what I should be aiming for.

Vestalinu even remembers how his throat feels like he hasn't breathed in a long time. It is a lie that he kept roughing up his breathing until earlier, as if he were lying in the water.

That's good. They, the words of these two mercenaries, don't matter anymore. Is that what you're dealing with?

Run, it's not like. I just need to get away from here. I don't want to see you like that again, drowning. Let's go home. Under my father. That should bring all the routines back. That's good. So, I don't mind. Vestalinu distorts the shape of her cheeks and her eyes show tremors incomparable to her during normal times. No longer, no matter what is everyday or what is false. I don't mind if there's peace of mind for me.

In the end, that's what people are. You can't want to know the truth until you're forced to open your wound. If now is just placid. If today is the day, if you will be safe. Isn't that okay? If you hide your eyes, everyone chooses to lick sweet poison rather than take bitter pills. Leave it to your liking, such as the pain that lies far away. All you have to do is get your tongue out and lick the momentary pleasures that are nearby.

Oh, that's how I came alive. Vestalinu just repeated the thought that could be called emptiness, and such, he had a conclusion in his chest.

My father praised me for doing the workout, so I couldn't get rid of it. I didn't even want to touch my mother's death because when I heard it, my father looked at me. I came alive so that my father would like it, so that I could stay out of my father's wishes. Never try to conflict, never go against its will. Yeah, that's how I came alive licking only sweet candy.

Yeah. In the end, I was running away at all times. Run, run, run. Because I'm scared, I don't see anything. I cut it off that I don't need to know because I don't like to know and be afraid. This time too, that was supposed to be it. So, no? It's stupid, trying to know is a sin in itself. I wish I had just begged for salvation and listened to my father.

Let's go home, that's good. So my father praises me. So, if you don't get away from me anymore, fine.

Yes, I thought, it was the moment Vestallinu pointed his leg towards the entrance and exit of the tavern. To Bruder and Rugis, the moment I turned that back. My voice, it sounded.

- Where are you going, Vez?

Such a bluder's voice was piercing Vestalinu's back. Vestalinu feels his spine stopping him from moving as if he had poppy and frozen legs.

Vess. That's the nickname Vestalinu. And I only forgive her beloved father, Mordo, for his name. I do not remember forgiving anyone else to call his name. In the unlikely event that he called his name, he could never call his name again.

If the name had been called by anyone other than my father, there would have been so much anger that my guts would have gushed. Even emotions close to hatred were supposed to crawl up from my heels.

So, why? Is there an emotion in my mind now that even remembers nostalgia?

It was an aggressive act, Vestalinu, looking back on the spot and turning his gaze to Bruder.

I've told you many times not to leave me because you'll soon be lost.

The blueder tone, the voice color, seems to have changed after hitting from the previous bitter voice. Bruder stood up and took away the hat that was on his head. Brown, and long hair spread through the thin darkness.

"Ah... you, are, who... That's crazy, that's, that's crazy. I don't know about you."

Scary. I don't want to know. If you know, something bad crawls through my head.

It was a sloppy voice. That voice, like Vestalinu has never made in his life before. Too fine, then everywhere, weak. It was a weak, weak voice that didn't seem strange to disappear before it reached Bruder.

But with a gentle smile somewhere, Bruder took the word.

"That's terrible, Vez. You were so connected to me. - Look, come on?

Long brown hair sways through the darkness.

Vestalinu's legs, tingly, rocked. And as if that voice calling was Vestalinu's will as it were, with the voice of an apostle still ringing, her feet, again, return to the inside of the liquor store.

Everyone stared at the sight as if they were dreaming. I didn't understand what was happening in front of me as one person. That, without exception, even Vestalinu.

Funny, why, why, why. So much so that I wondered if Vestalinu had even arisen mad at his own thoughts. Funny, I don't know, I don't know this. That's what reason tells me. But I even remembered how nostalgic I was in the voice calling out to me. I miss that terribly, and I'm so happy that I'm going to spill tears.

One step, another, and Vestalinu shrinks its distance.

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And it came to pass, and it came to pass, that he went under Bruder, saying his name, which only three men in the world knew any more.

And take that hand stretched out, no longer hesitant.

"Welcome back, Vez"

Bruder's voice gently strokes his sister's ear.

"Just, ma... hey, mr...."

Vestalinu's eyes, soft, collapsed. To remember something, to miss something, and to be afraid of something.