I have a bad feeling about how she's doing.
No way, has there been any movement in the Kingdom of Acacia again... or has something unsavory happened on the front with the Twile country?
"... what happened?
He said he won the war against the Twiles.
"Well......! That's good."
For that delightful reward, but her complexion is not clear.
The more tense it is, the better.
"Yes, but Dean... Dean..."
She whines so much that it's horrible to speak.
You mean she's so upset, too, that you call her Dean, not Prince Alfred?
"... reports of Dean's death in battle came in at the same time"
Moment after moment, my world went black.
"... what?
I don't know what that means.
Dead... What did dying mean?
My head... my heart refuses to understand.
But her words echoed repeatedly in my head.
"... Tanya. I don't know... Dean, what's wrong?
To my inquiry, Tanya distorted her face for a moment… but immediately turned off her expression and opened her mouth.
"He hit a flow arrow and said he was dead."
"Is that... is that certain?
Doc, an unpleasant heart sound rang in me.
I'm afraid to hear her answer.
"... eh. Yes, there have been similar reports from all my men who have dived into each side."
And to that answer, my heart was torn apart by a thousand.
"... what joke? 'Cause you won, didn't you? You said the Kingdom of Tasmeria won......! And yet, how..."
Mourning calm, I get up and scream all the time.
"... why..."
The enthusiasm did not last that long.
I wanted Tanya to tell me it was a lie.
False information, I wanted you to deny it.
But I can tell by the look on her face.
Because I've never seen her like this.
Tremble your mouth, your eyes mourn me that.
... he said above all that it was an undisputed fact.
At that moment, loss and nothingness annoy me.
With those emotions out of power, I was about to fall into the spot.
Make sure you stick to your desk and squat.
At the same time, the flutter, the paperwork on the desk came to the air.
"... lady..."
Tanya approached me one step at a time.
... stop, stay away from me.
Don't poke it at me any more.
Yes, my mind screams and my body tries to fall back.
But I couldn't move like I was being pasted.
"... sorry. Let me be alone."
Speak words so as to squeeze them out.
To the words, both Tanya and Merida distorted their faces.
Oh...... don't look like that. I want to tell you that I'm okay, but I couldn't even afford to say it.
When I stand silently, I walk out to go straight back to my private room.
... the world was, like, warm.
It was sumptuous, distorted, and I didn't know if the right path was ahead of me.
Everything fades, everything is in this eye but I can't recognize it.
I don't know up and down, even the feeling like I'm floating.
Walk to the Wall Herald and manage to get back to your room.
When I went in to open the door, I lost my strength and fell on the spot with the cheats.
"Dean......"
At the same time I squealed his name, tears flooded out of my eyes.
How long would you have done that?
I was sitting back on the spot.
When I noticed, the sunset was plugged in through the window.
... I was just going to take a little break.
Oh, I need to get back to work...... and that comes to mind.
However, the body does not move at all as if it had been sewn on the spot.
He pulled out the power he was trying to get up at once and sat back on the spot somewhere.
Speaking of which, the first time I fell... the first thing I worried about was the job.
But thanks to Dean's help until he pushed his convenience, the memories came to mind that he could handle it.
"Hey, help me. Dean...... Like then..."
A very similar situation then.
Then he has the faint expectation that he might reveal himself… but the hope is dispelled by the calm part of himself.
Even though it's the same situation, Dean's not coming.
... Tanya said so.
Dean says he's dead.
He hit a flow arrow and said he was dead.
He's dead... he's not in the world anymore.
Wherever you look, wherever you look.
Seeing him, talking to him... I can't do it anymore.
Thinking that far, I cried to spit out the black emotions that had accumulated in my heart.
"Ohhhhhh......!
And with it, tears overflowed again.
No, no, no...!
I can't believe that guy isn't here anymore. I don't want to believe it.
Because... you won.
To Ed and to the Twilight Nation. And yet, how...!
Scratch your hair ra, and make a voice out of it.
I can't believe I can't hear that voice anymore.
I can't believe I can't see that smile anymore.
... I can't believe he's not here anymore!
The world went dark.
Sad, sad, painful......
If one after another those thoughts annoy me, I suffer.
My chest hurt. No matter how scratchy I scratched it, the emotion took root in the depths of my heart and I couldn't help it.
Sharan, and the pocket watch that was on his chest shakes.
I had it under my clothes. I took it out and stroked it.
What I remember is when I was given this pocket watch.
Gentle, beautiful memories.
"Why... why...!
A tremendous sense of despair, accompanied by pain as if you had lost half your body.
Grrr, I squeezed that in my hand.
It was painful, I didn't want to admit it, and I reached ahead with nothing to ask for that I lost.
But naturally, my hands don't grab anything.
It was just floating in the universe.
In that reality, bitterness is even more exhorting.
I kept crying and screaming as I was, as I was emotional.
And I was using up my strength, trying to squat on the spot and fall in if I noticed.
When you get up, tears flood your eyes once again.
It's not a dream.
It's in my sight, because it stays the same until I skip consciousness.
"Dean... are you there...?
As much as I think about this, I resent the world that I wish I hadn't been reborn.
Black emotions erode my heart, and the pain overflows with tears again.
If I looked up, it would have been dark outside at some point.
... as if it reflected my heart.
Cloudy skies didn't even have starlight.
... I wish it hadn't dawned on the night.
Tomorrow, I wish I hadn't come.
... because he's not here.
I can't stand the fact that I'm the only one carving the time without him...
I can't believe we still have to keep moving forward with this sense of loss.
I kept crying and fell again.