Without the energy to go to the library, he squatts in a locked room wearing a skin hanging. He held his knee in one corner of the bed too wide and was desperate to keep his tears from falling zero. I visited Siegfried's room, but no matter how much I knocked on the door, he didn't show me his face.
I am now just struck by the fact that I was the only one who wanted to find a way to live together. You told me you liked it. I touched Aria on her lips and she told me she really liked them. Believe that word. What I've worked so hard for makes me feel like an idiot.
Siegfried doesn't want to live with Aria. On the contrary, he's trying to shake Aria out in a terrible way. I can't believe you touched me like that and married another man. There's no such thing as a terrible story.
An unforgivable tear rolls down a grain of cheek and creates a small stain on the sheet. Put your hands on the hairband you keep on it, fingering the same pattern that was engraved on his chest. Aria was happy when she got this. Because I felt like they told me to stay on the side - that I wanted you to stay on the side. Yet I opened the lid and it was just a farewell. Pleasure is a good place.
Once upon a time, the zero fallen tears spread the stain on the sheet. I keep crying a lot about when my tear glands have loosened. It's been a long time since I cried like this and I don't know how to stop it. He sounded whimpering and sniffing in the room, just meditating his eyes without the art of exchanging.
I wonder how long I've been doing that. When I don't know what time it is, I raise my face to the sound of knocking on the door of the room. Before I knew it, I seemed to be glowing, and when I realized it, outside the window was stained with sunset colors.
With all this happening lately, I rush to the door to wipe the tear trail. The expectation that it wasn't Siegfried to be there - shook right off my head. He won't come. I don't want to see Aria. I'm sure he's going to stay stuck in his room and wait for Aria to leave this country.
Standing at the end of the open door was Viktor, as expected, with a sweet-smelling little cage in his hand.
"When I heard you didn't even have breakfast, I thought it was about time you were hungry"
Aria dyes her cheeks as soon as she smells delicious. My stomach screamed when I suddenly remembered a hunger I hadn't felt.
"Thank you. I'm sorry I bothered."
Viktor, who invited me into the room, pinched a thin plate in the gap of the door to keep me from closing completely. Say thank you again for the same care you had when you were in your own country.
"Mr. Lars says he'll bring you some tea later. Because warm drinks calm you down more."
A serene laugh, a serene voice. I admired Viktor like my brother for a long time. Love didn't budge there, I'm sure because Aria was looking for a "family". Besides, I thought it was due to his character and - coming from the position of son of the Chancellor - that he would be kind. I never dreamed that the day would come when I would be confessed.
"I was just talking about..."
I laid eyes on the couch with Viktor, and I leaned down without knowing what to do.
"I really don't care either way."
"But I... am not a beautiful body."
"I don't care about the wounds"
"That's not all..."
Attach the combined hands to the lower abdomen and cloud the words. It's unlikely that my fiancée, even though she was married officially, would forgive her body sooner rather than later. Both visible and invisible wounds, Aria now has a lot.
"Whatever you ask, it won't change my mind."
I was so tired that I was about to be inadvertently bonded by a serene sounding nostalgic voice. Siegfried remains stubbornly closed. It doesn't give me a gap to get into. Wouldn't it be easier to leave here with Viktor than to stick to hope that I don't even know if there is one?
I'm going to be pushed away by that idea, biting my lips so I don't run silly. Someone used to say that my first love wouldn't come true. Aria's first love is about to end without coming true either. I'm trying to leave this hand with a wound engraved on my body and heart.
"I will always be happy"
I was annoyed by the words spinning gently. Face up and stare straight at Victor's face. Siegfried has asked me when it was. I was asked if you wanted me to be happy.
"No, I'm not. I... will be happy on my own."
Put the words you once spinned yourself on your lips again. I want to be happy. But I don't want someone to be happy. It was Aria herself who decided to do so.
If you go with Viktor, maybe that'll make you happy. Perhaps a gentle day will come, calm and peaceful. That would be very close to the "form of happiness" that Aria wanted.
Previously, that's not even the wish I should have received in two replies. But because I already know. Because I have known more intense and sweet happiness than peaceful days.
"Does Mr. Viktor look unhappy to me right now?
"... no. You've never been miserable in the environment."
"Isn't that right? I may be small, but I'm not that soft."
Spin the words carefully, thinking.
"I'm glad to hear Mr. Viktor's feelings, but I still don't think it's like me to go back to the country like this. 'Cause I haven't done anything yet."
Expensive gems, brilliant dresses, and palms offered with gentle words. I don't need all that stuff. There's only one thing I want. I want Siegfried. I want a future where the right to walk next to him can be with me. If you can stay next to him, who gently narrows his gold eyes, I don't mind throwing away all the other stuff.
"I'm going to be happy here. You can't go with Mr. Viktor because you've already made that decision."
That's it, wait for Viktor to react. Silence flows through the room for a little while, then you hear a small exhaling sound. Viktor only had a calm grin after all to Aria, who lowered her eyebrows wondering if she would have pissed him off.
"Yes, I think it would be better if I were you, too."
"... thanks"
One of the possibilities of the future is to separate. Because I still want happiness that I can win myself over the happiness I can give. Even if you didn't get what you wanted, you're not going to push that responsibility on anyone. Shake off your gentle hand, it's your chosen path. No matter how much you get hurt in the future, you just have to swallow it and make him happy.
The crushed cookies with the intent tasted bitter coffee.