I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

"Come on in. Sit wherever you want."

"Yes...."

He nods with a welcoming smile and walks through the door with a heavy step. Allocated as a parlor, it hasn't changed since Violet lived with her real mother. I think the decorated photo belonged to the three members of my family. Previously there were quite a few pictures of Old Childhood decorated.

I came home as soon as I finished my class. I told Rosette that I had plans for lunch, but I was worried about whether I had a pretty bad face or whether it was okay many times. At that time, I was more depressed about Yuran than about Elephant, but now the space is terrible and I can't help it.

Sit on a sofa as close to the door as possible and look at a clean set table. The sweets, the tea, they must be wonderful, they must be very delicious. If I had been alone in the room, I would have reached out with a smile, but now I didn't feel a single one through my throat.

"Don't be shy, there's plenty."

"Thank you."

I couldn't keep my mouth shut, so I took a cup that was close to me for now. The redness is strong and the fragrance is fruity. Violet, who had a lot of hot or sweet milk tea, wasn't very familiar with it. Maybe it's berry fruit tea or maybe it's Elephant's favorite.

In front of Elephant, looking at us nicely, I carried the cup to my mouth many times to make a fool of myself. It has a sweet and sour taste and is neither unpleasant nor bitter. I just didn't like it if I was told that I liked it.

(I want to drink hot milk....)

I miss hot milk with plenty of honey in it. Even though there are so many luxurious confectioneries in front of us, the most important thing for Violet was the handmade sweets of Cissy brought by Marine. It may be natural that he is no less than a good cook, but as a confectionery maker, he has a shallow history since he started making with Violet.

(I wonder if it's over soon.....)

I remember Marine's crying face when she went back to her room from uniform. You said you didn't want me to go, but I can't say it to you and you're suffering. She smiled as much as she could, but she must have looked terrible.

I don't know what to do, even if I'm vigilant.

For example, if this is my father's opponent, I know that he will be attacked, and if I disagree, he will be distorted by fire, whatever he says, and eventually what he believes will become a fact. If it was Mary Jun, it would be troublesome not to offend the opponent, but only to know that it was not a word of attack. Both of you, if we keep quiet and give the answers that we want, it will heal. Kill your heart and let it go, and time will slowly release you.

But he's not. The longer it takes, the slower we stay together, the more we feel restrained. If I noticed, I'd be in jail with my shackles and ankles. It's scary that I don't feel anything. If she had malice, she would have noticed right away, but she can't even find it.

Given the relationship, it's only natural that they hate you. To be honest, it would be much more convincing if you hated me as easily as Old. Until now, I had the feeling that unlike Old, Elephant was an indifferent type.

All of a sudden, it was jammed at full speed. The opponent, whose contours were so blurry, approached where they could be suddenly touched. At the same time, I was able to recognize that what was directed at her was not a beautiful favorite.

What the hell is this guy doing?

─ ─ It's me.

"Nh...."

"I've always wanted to see you like this."

Elephant, who stood up, sat down next to Violet with a gentle step. Originally, even if they were sitting, they still had room, so they didn't feel narrow or cramped. But still, your little fingers touch each other much closer than when you were face-to-face.

At a distance, Violet's eyes reflected an innocent and pure smile.

"Actually, I've always wanted to talk to you like this. But he hates it when me and Mary go near you... corner so close."

Even if Violet retreats, he'll be able to squeeze more distance. If Violet's back hits the armrest, she won't be able to leave anymore.

Violet's hands stretched out like white fish on her cheeks. Smooth, white, beautiful, and frigidly cold. I trace the contour of my cheeks over and over again. The abdomen of my fingers hung on my chin, and I kept it down until I forgave the face I tried to distract.

Ah ─ ─ I knew it.

Sweet, blue eyes. Looking back at the melted metal, I saw the woven fire that I saw in the morning flaming up. Maybe it didn't flare up again, but it was burning a lot from the beginning.

The other hand stroked Violet's eyelids. It's like touching a treasure, checking the surface of a jewel.

All the time, she's laughing. Fun, gentle, childish purity. Sweet, sweet, sweet, choking woman fragrance wrapped around, said happy and unbearable, trance. I saw a shadow one day under the mask of the Virgin Mary.

At the same time, I understood why myself and Marine were so afraid of this man.

You look just like him.

─ ─ Because this person had the same nightmare of the day.