Hated Young Lady Accepts Her Fate

"... was it still no good"

From the clock tower, he looked up at the sky and groaned pompously.

A soft breeze passes through her cheeks and her hair floats.

"You're a real pain in the ass."

I grab my slipping glasses and take a deep sigh as I call them back.

Nevertheless, what I call glasses is inconvenient and I don't like them. Every time it falls uneven or cloudy, I have the urge to get rid of it, but I understand that life cannot be made without this.

And it is also true that these accessories are good for some women. With that in mind, I would say that this plain pain is also bearable.

... Well, how much I've earned a girl's liking, and it's killing me alive.

"I don't have much time left..."

Slowly roll open palms into the sky.

White clouds floating in the blue sky visible over the palms.

That landscape, seemingly devoid of any philosophy and seemingly peaceful. But the discomfort I do feel.

"This world is... distorted"

... um. After I said it, I think other HRs that that was a shamefully cool dialogue inside right now.

Well, in the first place, what a distorted previous problem it is to be a world that doesn't touch women.

Clouds that seem to feel so good about the blue sky that their eyes ache still carve a certain feeling today.

"Finally, we can go home to the Mansion..."

A long day is finally coming to an end.

Listening to the bell ringing as if to labor my heart, I exit the lift and head for the school gate.

I decide in my mind to ask Al, who would be waiting with the carriage, to fly my horse home today and set up an afternoon calculation in my head.

"Thoughtful today, let your cat heal!

A pleasant breeze and clear outside air make nature and mind open and feet light.

Point your gaze at the students returning neglected from the lifting mouth. They also seemed free from schooling and had a heartless or sunny look.

I wonder if I look just like them.... What a thought, lay your eyes down on your floating thoughts and bite your lips off.

(... there's no way I'm like them)

Even if you want to go back, you can't go back to those days when you don't know despair and have hope for the future. The mediocre, loving, crappy routine is like a long time ago.

And it's not over yet.

Today is not the only day for tea parties where rumors and intentions have been ignored. They will continue to go on... all the way to the end of the past year...

Secondly, questions arise.

My year is repeated. So how about a year for everyone?

In the first place, are they the same as the ones I've met in the year I've repeated? Or is it not?

Is the older brother in the past year the older brother who has decided many times in the repetition... or is he the older brother who has never done so yet?

I thought I was the only one rewinding and everyone's time was going on. He said I was the only one repeating hell.

But if that's the case, it's not Esther who abused her for the first time, Esther who didn't get involved for the second time, or Esther who got along for the third time.

Then who the hell should I hit with the emotions that accumulated in this repetition?

The first Esther suffers no harm whatsoever for hitting the sixth Esther with anger at the first Esther. And the sixth Esther can't be the first Esther forever...

(Well, Esther doesn't really change what she's doing this time either.)

That's why I still want to retaliate. But that's not the same as the resentment that gave birth to the boiling anger of the first time or the despair of the third time.

If there was Alex who cursed me and Alex who did not curse me for having two Alexs in front of me, of course I want Alex, who cursed me, to eat a flat slap.

I just stuffed Alex that I wouldn't curse, that I would have cursed him, and he wouldn't be filled. Same, but still different.

(That's not much different from what I've been convicted of for the second or third time. Well, I'm really flattered the first time)

Still, the second and third time is a grievance. If this repetition isn't unwinding, it's a new year to start... does it make sense to drag the past?

I may have to repeat this hell as I pile up feelings of eternity and not being hit by anyone.

(But if... if they repeat the same...)

Yes, one more thing.

The possibility that we may all be repeating the year in the same way just because we don't remember.

I didn't even think about it until now because I couldn't find any meaning in its repetition.

Have the same year as me, with no memory. Esther gets Alex, and Alex gets Esther and rolls back. My brother sees the collapse of our home, and the students smile and drop off my falling life back to the starting point.

(Because... if so, what a vain thing to do...)

It's like a sand castle I made when I waved.

Even if you finish it for a reason, you'll be exposed to waves and rebuilt again. No matter how many times you build a nice castle, no matter how hard you work to build it, it collapses in an instant.

But the maker can't understand it. I don't know, so I make it more than once. Likewise, a beautiful castle... over and over again...

I'm unconscious, so I can't accept the fact of breaking, enjoy the process of falling out of hand, or try to build an unbreakable castle.

I just dream about completing it and follow the same steps again and again like a broken record.

Wishes and happiness that came true because of it, let it all go again from the beginning.... What a funny thing.

Believe me, their future to aspire to is just a mirage.

Keep running glue and paddock trying to eat a carrot hung at the tip of your nose. Don't even know that's an illusion.

I've seen similar descriptions in books I used to read.

A stone that will crumble before hope, loaded or piled... that it is a never-ending hell.

(I guess I'm happy not to notice because I feel sorry for them at all.

Then I guess you think it's unfortunate not to realize it because you feel happy about yourself now)

Apparently, this possibility makes me feel happy inside. That's wonderful.

If I thought about it, I'd think of it.

Raising the characteristics of repetition makes me feel very visionary.

Determined ruler.

A determined development.

A determined relationship.

Until the end, if you're satisfied, start again from the beginning.

Same thought.

Same process.

Same ending.

But it's funny, so start again from the beginning.

A future that is not even ready, that cannot be moved on.

Though it doesn't change how many times I repeat it.

They don't notice anything in the vortex. Repeat the same process as many times as desired.

Over and over again...

Until the reader gets tired of it.

A cold sweat slips off my back all the time.

(No No!! Impossible!! I won't even take that fairy tale to my kids today!!

Shake your head and mist the thought that is going to fall into a deep, dark hole.

It's a stupid imagination. Impossible flying story.

But you can't laugh at me because of the circumstances in which I'm placed.

This is not good... considering this no further, definitely again...

"Oh, already!! No, you can't. Switch!

There was a lot going on today, so I guess I got a little tired. Backward thoughts are limited to putting him to sleep in the corner of his head.

I want to go home to the mansion soon and have a warm cup of tea. If that's how you feel a little better, now let's go see your cat.

I miss that gentle space in the back of the garden that gives me peace of mind.

"Will you let me touch you again..."

I drop my gaze and look at my palms and remember.

Pleasant fuzzy hair to hold. Warm body temperature, large, soft body. Meatballs to the fu.

If I could bury my face in that fluffy tummy, how soothing would my heart be......

If the cat had snuck up on me, I would have endured whatever happened.

"Phew."

When I think of my cat's face, I can't help but loosen my mouth angle naturally.

Somehow that was awkward, and someone walked in from across the street as I walked lightly with my index finger back to cover my mouth. Different students are looking back.

(... oh, rare at this hour)

I'm done with my studies today. Servants and smallholders do not use the front entrance.

Strange, turn your consciousness to the walking human being. This is a school property, so I'm guessing it's a school official... but I don't have the staff to think of that slender, stretched silhouette.

While I doubt it, I can't slow down my walking speed. As the distance grew closer gradually, I breathed unexpectedly in its appearance, which became evident.

(This is also...)

Probably an exotic person. Dark, long hair on light black skin, slender stretched lengths are higher than anyone I know.

And you're just walking, but even doing that step by step motion is as beautiful and eye-catching as an actor you've seen in the theater.

I wonder why such a man is in this school. She is in good shape and can also be quite identified by the fact that she has products.

How uncomfortable it is to have such an exotic person in school without a squire.

You must have noticed my gaze. He slowly raised his top-down face and looked straight at this one.

He blinds his eyes, pierced by bright red eyes, appearing from the shadow of his forehead.

It was only for a moment that he and his gaze were intertwined, and there was no meeting with each other as it were.

His eyes, bright red as blood and blank as glass balls, emitted a different chill than his brother's.

Nothing. There shouldn't be any dark feelings behind it, but I wonder why... my heart makes a loud noise with bugs.

"Oh, my lady."

- Bikri. From behind, he stops called by a well-touched voice that often passes.

... I hope they don't find me suspicious that I accidentally jumped on my shoulder.

I closed my eyes, took a shallow, deep breath, took a beat and turned around, and a man who had just missed me earlier stood this way.

"Excuse me, isn't this yours?

What was all the way on the palm he offered was a beautifully folded handkerchief.

I do recognize that, and they give it to me with a smile on my face, and I receive it unexpectedly.

"... Yep.... Hi."

"No."

I've been so ungrateful. But this will be the end of the requirements that we have called for. But for some reason, the man stares at me without moving from the spot to say he's finished handing over the handkerchief.

I wonder if I still have something to do, and I look back into those eyes, but there's no sign of him opening his mouth. To the eyes like glass balls, its gaze like an observation.

Very uncomfortable.

"... Um, anything yet?

In the end, he opens his mouth to the unspeakable air.

I'm not that good at patience. Do we need to put up with such an inept human opponent in the first place?

"... no, not yet"

Without showing a bare gesture that even cared for my stinging tone, the man smiles loosely and puts his index finger on his lips.

……

At that moment the hue spreads as it pushes from him. Understand how good you look and behave as a confident human being.

For a moment, I was about to be swallowed by that pink atmosphere. But before I fall in love with his appearance and atmosphere, my thoughts are stained with the rising anger.

I was upset. You like this, too, don't you? to the smile I just said.

It's not like Esther's trick to make herself look cute.

His mounting against humans below himself. A winner's trick who is sure of his victory.

I don't know if it's a homophobia... but I don't care about the fact that you're looking down at me.

Why should they think I'm below this man?

(Whatever you think, I will be younger, prettier and prettier!!

His thoughts are an insult to me. By the way, I'm not accepting penetrations that say they're mutual.

I glance up at him from the bottom with indignation and speak pale words.

"If you don't have business, excuse me."

"Oh."

The man's reply is there, too, and he walks out with his heel back.

Alex and the good guy, the good looking guy who's confident in himself, is the gateway.

But even after a while after I started walking, I feel gaze on my back.

Could he have been like a suspicious man?

"Uh-huh!

But do you even call it silent pressure?

I couldn't stand my gaze much longer, turning around with my face flourishing.

But before I looked back, I already... I could totally disappear of that big guy.

"... Huh?

Is this what it is like to be stuck in a fox?

"Amelia!"

As he stands on the spot, he is drawn back to consciousness by the energetic weather voice.

"Great - Amelia, they found me before I left!!

Still smiling and smiling, Pink Head comes running his hand this way.

There is no sign of a lady. As such, more wrath springs up than anger.

(You don't want them to think you know this)

All right, let's ignore it.

Brain meetings are passed unanimously without even having to discuss them. Walk out now.

Sometimes I just want to bump one or two of my dislikes into it, but I'm tired today anyway.

Even then, the suspicious took the time. I don't want to be disturbed any more by your encounter with the cat.

"Is that it? Didn't you hear that? Hey! Amelia!"

(... May flies, right? boulder female monkeys)

Still walking without stopping, Esther, running and catching up, lines up next door.

"You know - this is Amelia's, right? Teo-kun wants you to give it to him!

"... what is it?"

I'm so stunned by the persistence, I harden my gaze at it that I was offered.

"This handkerchief is beautiful - I envy you!

I'll take it, spread it out and laugh, Esther.

Forget being angry about it, I stare at the handkerchief.

In a corner of a handkerchief with white embroidery on a white cloth, the A.W initials were indeed sewn on.