Escaping the lights of the party venue, Mary was walking alone through the gardens of the Barthese family. The night breeze blows through the beautiful gardens and rocks the flowers, but we can't afford to see it now.
In the meantime, I stopped my leg when I found one chair placed.
Whether the gardener forgot to clean it up or even exist, an old, dirty chair is not like a lady sitting. Still, I gently hand-paid the dirt on the chair and sat down gently.
Ki...... and sounds. Is this the sound of a chair scream or a chest scream that screams...
Thinking about such a lack of ourselves, Mary took a deep sigh... rounding her eyes to the potatoes and the droplets that fell on the back of her hand.
"... who!?
No way! and rush to wipe his own mouth.
But his mouth was not wet, and another drop fell on his hand touching his cheek. So Mary finally touched her cheek, and her eyes.
... I'm crying. But why are you crying?
I can't believe I'm crying and my questions come to mind.
Why did you yell at me in the first place, why my stomach is so bad so far, what is this feeling of impatience... It's full of questions.
A sigh of relief leaks into a nagging emotion. I tried to get up that I had to go back...... and I heard the footsteps rushing over here, shaking my silver thread hair and looking back. Somebody's coming.
"... Addy?
My partner's name came out with his mouth on it even though I hadn't even seen the shadow yet.
But it wasn't the rusty hair... that showed up with the footsteps, but the blue haired young man. It's Patrick.
He looked around and loosened his expression and walked over like he was relieved when he found Mary. A little breathing must have searched around the garden looking for Mary.
... You're not Addy, and Mary shrugged in her heart.
Then where is Addy now? Who are you with...... My chest aches if I think about it that way, and my vision that I should have wiped shakes.
"... Patrick"
"Mary, are you okay?
"If this looks okay, you should see a doctor."
"Sounds fine."
Good, I take the liberty of concluding that Patrick stands across the street.
How awful. Most importantly, Patrick offered to take the handkerchief out of his jacket, although he concluded that it was "okay".
"When I went after Alicia, I was surprised that she was talking to Miss Bertina. Mary rushes out when she tries to stop..."
"So you came after me."
If you ask while wiping your eyes with a borrowed handkerchief, Patrick nods and returns it.
Then he told me that Addy was trying to chase me the most immediately after Mary walked away. Mary exhales a small, reassuring breath in that story because she finds out on that occasion that Addy was trying to prioritize herself.
Good......, whine small.
But at the same time as the relief springs, the question arises as to why he is not here. You guessed that from Mary's expression, telling me that Patrick stopped himself as he clapped his shoulders.
"Mary told me to put a piece on here because I'm going after her."
"... you are, thank you Patrick"
"It's hard to have friends who can take care of you."
Mary smiled bitterly at Patrick, who spoke sighingly.
Then I said, "Right" back with clarity...,
"Having a noisy, care-giving restless friend is hard work."
and continued.
It was about Alicia, of course, and Patrick guessed and turned to her.
Seeing the modest concession proposal, "Let's just say we're each other", I seem aware that I'm taking care of my partner and Alicia's restlessness. Usual Mary would say, "Where are we with each other!" I'm about to summon you, but only tonight will I forgive you with a bitter smile.
Talking to him made my mind feel much easier when I realized that Addy had tried to go after me.
... but still, it turns into a leftover sigh.
Patrick seems worried to find this one in Mary's sigh complaining of bitterness.
"It's okay, it's just a little painful..."
"Right..."
"My stomach and my tummy are troubled."
If Mary grinned bitterly as she rubbed her swirling chest, Patrick also laughed to lead by lowering his brow butt.
"My stomach is sagging... But can we just be honest about tonight?
"What?
"So the stomach that's bothering you is who you are."
Yes, Patrick urged me, and Mary did her gaze on her chest.
The vibrations swirl and I even remember the bitterness. I get a sense of impatience wanting to get up and go somewhere right now, but on the other hand, I don't know where to go. I even feel like my stomach is getting heavy.
If Mary whined small about who this stomach was too...... she called Mary in the same voice color Patrick would teach her.
"Mary, I know it's hard to talk to people. Neither do I."
"Well, I certainly can't talk to a lot of people..."
If Mary grabs her chest softly, Patrick exhales small if she sympathizes with that breathlessness.
"Jealousy isn't something you can talk to people about lightly."
"I can't tell you how embarrassed I am to eat too much and eat too much."
Talk like you two got it all together...... and you both get it together and say, "Hmm?" and looked at each other.
Mary's eyes become round. But it's Patrick who's rounding his eyes more than that.
"... and your stomach?
"That's right. I ate too much migratory bird bowl and croquette. It's embarrassing to eat too much as a maid and have a stomach. More than that, Patrick, what are you talking about jealousy? To whom?
"... wait, my stomach's full."
"That's why my stomach is rubbing and my stomach is bringing. By the way, I'm talking about jealousy. What do you mean?
If Mary asked with a question mark over her head, Patrick exhaled a grand sigh. It is a sigh that could blow even Mary's overhead question mark.
Besides, hold your forehead. Mary also remembers how uncomfortable she is with this.
Could it be about me...? and think while rubbing the neck muscles previously bitten by Addy.
"Patrick, maybe I'm involved in that jealousy?
"You are the one... No, but yeah, you've noticed since you married your first love and everything. Let's just say we don't have a choice..."
"Please keep it. So, hey, Patrick, what do you mean I'm jealous?
If Mary asked for an explanation, she smiled small with the look on Patrick's face just saying she was stunned.
A princely, unprincipled grin that everyone can scorch. But it's a familiar look for Mary.
"Mary, you're jealous of the women around Addy. Because that chest pain and bitterness is jealous.... I don't even have a stomach, absolutely, no, you can swear. Not even my stomach."
"Your stomach is going to deny all the possibility of sagging... But jealousy, because I'm married to Addy. And he likes me very much."
Mary affirms without being able to illuminate or ashamed.
But the fact is, Addy is as dedicated and loving to herself as she was before she got married.
I can assure you that I am special, loved, in him. I'm married, but my heart is in another person, not like Luke, who talks like that and complains of jealousy.
If Mary complained that that was why she didn't need to be jealous, Patrick shook her head small to the side. It sounds like he misses it somewhere.
"Even if you're married, even if you know how they feel about you, you're still jealous."
"Is that what it is?
"Ah...... By the way, could you tell me a little bit about me?"
Keep your back in a near-field tree and Patrick asks permission to talk.
The way you scratch up your hair disturbed by the wind that blew through you makes you feel masculine, whilst ravishing. The darkness of the night darkened his hair and eyes more, and a woman would have raised everyone's chest.
... although Mary still can't remember one chest squeal.
"To tell the truth, I was jealous, too.... No, I've always been jealous"
"You, Patrick?
No way, and Mary turns her gaze to him.
Patrick is a man of character and literary martial arts, everyone can rush. A woman wants to be escorted by him, and a man wants to be like him. Such a symbol of longing.
Mary, who broke up her engagement to him and married Addy, can assure you that if you lose your heart, no man is better than Patrick. Prior to marrying Princess Alicia, he was the prince of the social world.
Mary whines that Patrick like that...... But it doesn't look like Patrick's lying, and then Mary says, "To whom?," he asked. Jealousy cannot be done alone.
That's how I blinked my eyes at the next moment, because Patrick has clearly told me it's you. There is only Mary and Patrick on this occasion.... that is.
"... me? Why would Patrick be jealous of me?
"Alicia always runs out when she finds you."
"I feel that speed is raw in the expression of rushing out, but I'll leave you alone. So?"
"That's why I'm jealous of you.... Whenever I see Alicia rushing over to Mary, you can stay next to me, but Mary is better than me..."
Patrick's cheeks turned red and finally turned elsewhere, whether he was good enough to talk out but embarrassed to expose himself in his chest.
I guess it's hard to be stared at. Still, Mary stared at him and murmured, as she admonished, "You were..."
When Alicia finds Mary and holds her tackle, it's up to Patrick to chase her gently. Sometimes laughing with pleasure, sometimes blaming Alicia. I said it was troublesome, but there was no color of jealousy.
If I told him that, Patrick replied, "I was hiding it," as he pointed elsewhere. Unlike the usual cool voice color, some obstinate voice doesn't sound like him.
"I also know that Alicia's feelings for Mary and Addy are only friendships, and she thinks of me as a love affair.... and I still get jealous."
I ran out of light and Patrick scratched his head clutteringly once.
Blue eyes stare at Mary. Not rusty, blue. No matter how much she stares at me, Mary's breasts don't squeal, but she gently forgives me for her tightening breasts.
"When I met Alicia, I stuck with just one person for the first time. I was so jealous that I couldn't help it, I realized my desire for exclusivity. In the end, I knew I was just a man."
"Just? Oh, I can't believe Patrick's just a guy."
"I'm just saying things around me. I'm just a man in the end too... Mary, so are you"
"Me too?
To Patrick's words, Mary dropped her gaze on her chest.
'I don't care what they say from around me, I'm just a man,' Patrick told me. So you think you're just a woman who loves her partner after all, even if she tells you that she's an Albert family maid.
Let the crowd persevere in their desire for exclusivity and have an indestructible jealousy.
The moment I told myself it was something like that, a swirling swirl in Mary fell into Ston's heart. It fits into shape and converges loosely, as if the emotions that were wandering with no place to go had decided where to distinguish 'jealousy'.
"Right...... Yeah, I was jealous, too. More people around me, more people around Addy too...... I didn't like having someone near Addy any more than I did, I didn't like anyone but me talking about Addy. I couldn't allow his eyes to stare but at me."
If I complained about the jealousy in my chest, Patrick nodded bitterly and gave it back.
Then he offers me one hand.
"You can say that word directly to Addy, not me."
I guess it means going back, too, Mary nodding and laying her own hands on his hands.
I got up gently pulled and prompted. The sound of Ki...... is the mark of the chair. I can tell it's clear now.
"I've escorted Mary many times before, but I wanted to escort you from my heart for the first time now."
Mary stared up at Patrick, who laughed bitterly now.
I can't feel the love enthusiasm from my blue eyes staring at me. He doesn't care who he is, who he stares at, or what he's jealous of.
More importantly, this escort is for taking Mary to Addy. This hand takes me.
That's what I thought, and Mary shook his hand all the time. I hope you won't let me go.... but now.
"Patrick, I wanted to be escorted by you for the first time."
Now, if Mary laughed and told him the same, Patrick nodded and slowly walked out.