I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

"Dear Violet....? Ah, yes."

And he looked for the LORD, who would not return no matter how long he waited, and looked round and round. The pearler who had a tea party with Elephant was already cleaned up, and considering the distance from his room, it is strange that he hasn't returned yet. I went to look for it near Elephant's room, but there was no sign of it, and I was relieved and worried more.

Thus, the man who ran around and found him was walking in front of a cracked mirror.

"Dear Violet, the blood... I have to take care of it right away"

Like a threaded marionette, the blood seeping from the outer edge of the palm of the wrist and the tip of the hanging arm made a small stain on the skirt. A mirror with a wound like crushing and a thin red judge overlapping rather than a cut. Marine can easily imagine what Violet did with those two alone.

A luxurious, white hand is dyed with red and black blood squeezed out with painful blue and purple. Slowly, the fingertips touched as little irritation as possible, and were as cold as a crop.

"Dear Violet...."

Touch or call, there is no answer. I avoided the hair on my face and touched that cheek. So for the first time, Violet turned towards Marine like she was being played. She was sad as if she were crying, but there was nothing to shed in a dry land of tears. Just two deep, dark, emotionally sharpened ends.

There was a girl who one day saw through the gap in the door, still dreaming, that could not be saved in despair. Someone who endured, endured, wished, and someday gave up everything. Someone whose heart was so ravaged that they didn't even realize that they had given up. Kind and young, but I'm sure you'll always be an adult. Laughing is more beautiful and cute than anything else in the world.

Why doesn't anyone take care of this person?

"Ah, ah... no... no, don't cum."

A nightmare takes her away. Finally, the person who finally regained his mind swallows it from his head. The wound, which cannot be healed, is forcibly opened, and several memories are being entangled.

He desperately turned his hands and hugged them without any hesitation. Even if the nail standing on her back creased her clothes. It just has a clasp on it, so no one can take it away. Please stay here and don't come back. Because I'm not just a kid watching like that anymore. I'm counting on you to call for help, and I'm asking you to let me protect myself.

"... Marine"

"Nh...!

"It's okay... it's okay. I'm fine."

What do you mean, it's okay? Who, what, what one. Nothing's okay.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm fine... so don't cry, Marine."

Several polka dots slip down your cheeks. I have distorted vision and pain in the back of my nose. And above all, it seemed like the back of my chest was crushed. It hurts, it hurts, it's hard to breathe. I thought that tears with residual body temperature were like chicken blood. A sign of cut, crushed, squeezed pain.

Among this person more important than anyone else, he still takes the form of a girl who has been involved.

Show me your weaknesses, rely on me, love me. But I'm sure you can't make me feel the same pain.

That day, Violet gave her life. But I'm sure Violet is the one who has inflicted pain and suffering. A child dragged into a poisonous swamp called Verhan.

They want happiness. It is thought that it should not be scratched. Loved. It has been conveyed in twelve minutes. That's why I'm sad. I want you to be happy. I want you not to get hurt. I love you more than anyone. She said the same thing to herself.

When you hurt, I hurt too. If you suffer, I suffer too.

When you endure alone, my heart is about to tear apart.

It is sad that it is not conveyed. But more than that, I hate everything that tramples Violet's heart so much that it doesn't even reach that potential.

(Not here.)

This house is harmful. It is a poison that is crumpled and corroded. And already, the day is approaching when the lethal dose is exceeded.

There are no more days left to wait for the prince, the one who loves Violet. I'm sure this is our last chance. I can only do it now, with one fewer enemy. Assuming Violet's graduation time, Marine's arms will no longer be a shield for Violet when he returns.

We need to get in touch with him.

Even if you run away at night, you will be brought back soon without learning or power. I don't have time to prepare, I don't have time to make connections. The only person I can trust is a face-to-face accomplice with all the power and feelings for Violet.

As long as Yuran takes care of him, he will protect Violet at the risk of his life.

Worst case scenario, if Marine gets caught, Violet gets away with it.

Five days till he gets back.

Whether it's heaven or hell, the tip of the balance is either.

When I showed it to heaven, I put my strength into the arms I held.