A Wish to Grab Happiness

Oh, what shall I call this emotion? Oh, my God, should I name it?

The sight of him with these eyes is tantamount to bliss. The voice is so much so that it feels like it's an examination in heaven. So it is. This is why now this chest is exasperating as if it had flipped a flag.

"- Come on, give me a break. I've fallen in love with a woman who's not as cheap as you."

Fever has invaded the bone marrow as well, and exhalation no longer has as much heat as just exhalation. Until earlier, he said he only exhaled cold air. The heat itself has entered this body from somewhere, as if it had cut off the cold air called cold air.

My vision, which should have been sumptuous, looked amazingly clear. Anger, anger, anger. Oh, no, with that, can you describe this emotion as an emotion that burns your chest out?

I don't know reason, I don't know reason. There's no way I know what happened. The only thing I can tell is that what we're talking about and talking about now is undoubtedly not Arueno, someone. Even if the flesh is confused with Arueno himself.

That's why the chest has heat. That's why I want to rip that throat out.

Yes, Arueno was a person who never vomited that my efforts were wasted. She was a woman who would never divulge things like laughter when she saw people inspiring and seeping blood. That doesn't change when I spent time in an orphanage or in that way in my former journey.

Turn your body around and capture its appearance in your eyes again. The figure is so much so that I really have to think of it as Arueno itself. But it's still fatal, something's different. Should I call it spirit, or shall I say soul? One that was invisible, but surely shaped Arueno, has fallen out of its presence in front of it.

I opened my lips, looking at a woman whose name I didn't even know.

"What's up, shut up. Laugh. I thought you were laughing. It's like that's all you can do."

Oh, I suppose so. Only those who do not know the effort at all times can mock the effort. Only cowards who can't even bleed themselves can make someone bleed.

That's how a man named Arueno is, by no means, such a person. Yes, I do. Now, in the past, even in the future that way.

"-Come on, coward. I don't know who you are, but you have until then. Whatever. You're a coward who can't even throw up a word without borrowing a person's figure, right?

It's like turbulence, words spit out of your lips.

That's completely different from a beautiful word, like what was spoken in my ear earlier. It's not very praiseworthy, it's just a line of words, like spitting emotion out of your lips.

But that's just about right. Even a guy named Word wouldn't be funny if he was tied to discipline at all times.

Such, I finished spitting out all the inflamed words, it was a gap.

Words are dropped so that they stick in there. That was someone else's voice altogether, completely out of Arueno-like language, Arueno-like tone and Arueno-like voice, until earlier.

- I knew you were similar. Hatefully, adorably. I can also nod that Ouffle held that hand.

I couldn't respond to the words. Words that have no extra context, then strangely linger in your ear.

What is Ouffle, what was it? I'm sure it was a crest god or something, but I think it was that name. But why does it come out here now? I don't know what that is. I don't know the name, the voice of that person, rings in my ear again.

"What's wrong with looking in love? Oh, I guess this body. What, the Virgin is close to me. Then I borrowed it somewhat. There's no problem."

This body, the Virgin, I beg your pardon. Those words, in the back of your brain, disappear. What are you talking about, this guy? I don't know why. I don't know much about it.

heads with heat, as if they refuse to process that information. There are a few possibilities that come to my mind, but I dismiss myself as to whether that is the case. There is no way. There's no way that's happening.

Such, contrary to a useless head, the body was eloquent. Unknowingly half-opened, his right pinky finger is hung onto the treasure sword at his waist. My eyes were shaking like pulsating.

"Please don't do this. I can't wait to be scared if I can put my finger on a sword like that. I'm a coward. Please don't do this."

The words spoken by that person in front of you, something who looked like Arueno, are much lighter and thinner. It feels as if there is no such thing as a real feeling. I don't know if a conversation can be formed.

Anyway, I can't feel the weight of words coming out of my lips at all. Really, isn't it just the sound? It even makes me wonder if that just happens to sound like a word. Light words don't make you feel threatened here at all.

And yet. The eyes don't stop cramping, the heart doesn't palpitate, the legs, they clasp. My body can't help it.

"Oh, but I can't do anything about it anyway. - Anyway, this is your thinker himself, hey?

That's right in front of me, that's right next to me, that's what I said. And as if to offer his white neck himself, he showed it. Yes, it looks really interesting, really, delightfully.

My eyes, they dazzle. My bone marrow burned and the pain covering my whole body disappeared and I could lose it. My fingertips are strong and gripped.

"- Yeah, you know what? My hobby is to make scripts. I don't know what to say to myself, but you can write a good script here. Yes, everyone will be saved and everyone will be happy. Such is the happiest, most delightful and most enjoyable story of all. There's a hero, there's a brave man, there's a Virgin. At the end of the day, they all smile."

She grins cheerfully as she talks about it in a stirring manner. With white, thin fingers around my jaw, it's like squirming, like that.

The chewed teeth make a sound as if they were smashed apart. My jaw is giving me a blur I've never even heard of. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have felt so pushed to keep this body distorted.

"I've decided on your part in that story. Very good role. You're the only one I can play. A very, very important role. Everyone has happiness in their hands."

Yes, whining, the presence in front of me opens my eyes. The golden glow was peeking into my face. At such a distance that the lips seem to overlap, the words, leak.

- You die alone, desperate.

It's like a blessing. It's like a curse. That woman's hand was pressing my body with her eyes open. I found my body losing weight. At the end of the day, the woman looked at me as she shrugged, falling outside, and said.

So at least get through this lightly, he said.