I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Having eaten breakfast for all, I went to school today in my usual hairstyle. Even if there was time, no matter what you did in your current state of mind, you wouldn't have been able to properly convey your gratitude. It is not worthy of her labor to lose her leeway.

I left the house almost to escape and looked for a place to settle in the still less popular school. Every time there are more people in the classroom, their thoughts are cut off.

I ended up in the corner of the courtyard where I was always alone.

It seems like a long time ago, even though it is a place that has been squandering time like every day until recently.

(You met Rosette, not before.)

The friend I ran into here is really beautiful. Be gentle but not too calm, be a good person but not selfish, and behave naturally with the boundaries of the realm. I don't know if I was born or raised, but I saw the boundary where I was allowed to step in with my feet. Violet's heart has never been crushed since we met.

(We need to talk later.)

I always gathered after school naturally, but today it seems that I can't do that either. I just went to school, but I can't wait to go home already. I want to play with her under the pretext of studying. I'm scared.

I wonder how good it would have been if it had been wasted. If I had been a younger child who didn't know about sorting and giving up, I might have been able to resist without thinking about anything. I can't do that. I'm like a slave to that house. If you don't return the response you were asked to do, a lot of pain will fly. I was accustomed to enduring it, and I was even tired of feeling irrationally angry. You have to climb up on the trunk with your feet, even though you're scared, scared, and not accumulating.

"... it's okay."

That's how I comfort myself. With your squeezed hands on your forehead, exhale deeply over and over again.

Scary, scary, scary, I don't know what, I'm scared of something. The unknown fear that only Marine and I will know, that will make you look strange when you talk to anyone. Anxiety about falling when you peek into a hole that is invisible from the bottom. Emotions without a way to get rid of them can only be endured, forgotten or given up.

"It's okay."

Grasp your gripped hands on your forehead and forgive your upside down feelings. The calm and unstable sounds of greed were still coming out of my heart.

(Yuran's location)

Just a little, just a little look at your face. That alone makes me feel courageous in a dead spring. If you call me by my name, I'm sure I can do my best. I took a big breath into the impulse and thought. I don't know when I'll come to school in the morning. So at the end of the lesson, you might want to take a little break. I'm sure we have plans for lunch and after school.

Closing his eyelids, Yuran waved his hand laughing. I'm sure they'll be coming at us soon, so let's run from here sooner. What would you look like if I told you that I wanted to see you?

"... it's okay."

I felt like my heart was filled with only the last words.

× × × ×

At the end of the third period, there is sufficient rest time. Violet was visiting Yuran's classroom. How lucky you are not to see Mary Jun. Through the edge of the hallway, he shrunk as much as he could, and peered into Yuran's classroom.

(... no)

There is no one in the classroom or in the seat of Yuran that I know. Large Yuran can be found quickly by even a small crowd. Not coming into sight right away doesn't mean Violet hasn't been found. It's only natural that I didn't make a promise. Though I assumed it on my own, Yuran is not necessarily in the classroom.

Honestly, I'm pretty disappointed, and I'm shocked, but I can't help it. It's not everyone's fault, it's the timing. When I dropped my shoulders and tried to turn my back on the classroom, the figure I noticed approached me with a light step.

"Vio, what's up?

"Gear... uh, to Yuran"

As she shakes her shiny silver hair, the gear with a cute face is tilting her neck as she shakes one hand with a glitter.

Somehow, I was hesitant to come to see him honestly. Gear, a friend of Yuran's, likes to see Yuran, but he just won the shame.

It was Violet who stuck his words without thinking of an excuse, but it wasn't there that he caught Gear's ear. It's not as suspicious as it sounds, but it looks like something is not coming.

"If you're Yuran, you're off today.

Huh?

"Didn't you know? I knew I had something to say to Vio."

What is obvious is its original character. It seems that Violet didn't know about the face just now. He's scratching his head and looking for words to explain.

"At this time of year, I think I'm lost. Maybe the day after tomorrow or something."

"That's right...."

What is the impact? From Mary Jun's remarks in the morning, it was either suddenly decided or she only told Gear. Anyway, Violet has water in her ears. Recently, I've only been able to see my face from a distance and wave my hand when I noticed it, so I may not have been able to say it.

"What did you need? If you're in a hurry, I'll ask for it."

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks."

I see.

I waved at the gear that seemed to drop me off and left the classroom for a year. Like the mind, brain and thinking institutions are all malfunctioning, various feelings run around.

Why are you resting? From the words of Gear, I don't think I'm feeling ill or anything, and there are sections that I've been planning for a long time. I didn't know anything. Either you kept it a secret or you didn't have a chance to say it, it's not like Yuran, and Violet has no right to comment. Above all, it is not there that I am shocked.

(Good to see you.....)

That's all, why is it so heavy? Because I couldn't see my face when it was hard, or because I didn't get the courage I wanted.

There is one thing, but the most important thing was that I thought that I would be able to see you if I went to see you, as a matter of course. I was embarrassed.

It is selfish and ridiculous not to imagine that Yuran would turn his back even though it is easy to think about the day when he leaves. If there are holes, you'll feel self-loathing and agonizing enough to bury them alive.

It's not just the top.

I told him it was a love premised on a broken heart, and I wanted to watch him one day be happy with someone, many times. Imagine the future, pretending to be a good listening sister and trying to hurt me. In fact, if you let go of your hand where you don't want it to be, you have a painful sadness and a tantrum. If you're still here, you can't change my mind until it's decided. It's selfish.

"Nh...."

I scolded the feet that were about to sit down and managed to leave the scene.

I was able to return to the classroom before the bell rang, but I couldn't switch the disgust that seemed deep inside my heart.