I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Don't be slow, don't be alarmed, and proceed with great care. The results obtained were satisfactory. It took longer than planned, but still on the path as expected.

The plan was successful. After that, I just wonder if I can be happy with you for this success.

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Along with the shaking body, the flowing scenery vibrates. Who said it would be better not to get drunk to see from afar? I may have just read it in a book, but I have completely forgotten it because I didn't have the opportunity to go far in the first place. The sky dyed at sunset is beginning to erode by the dark blue. Night is coming soon, and the sun must be starting to shine by the time we get home. It is probably a matter of feeling for the person you met that the journey time should be much longer than the stay time, but the mood is much easier when you are alone on the train.

It was a tight year. The best of the years Yuran has lived and will live.

(I'm tired....)

It is fatigue, stiff shoulder headaches, and full-body wounds that are entangled in the body. There was also a lack of sleep until now, and there was a sense that I neglected to eat anything. Now, more than that, satisfaction is greater.

I've always wanted it, I'm sure it's been older than this year. I was just holding it down, and I really wanted to keep it in my hand all the time. I wanted to be happy with this hand. I wanted to see the person who would be happy in this hand. I had a dream that I would leave it to someone to watch because I didn't think it would come true. If it was really important, we should have done it all by ourselves, looking to reality, not dreams.

So this time, I did it and showed it to you.

(Later... I wonder what happened to the seeds I sprinkled)

I left a little intent that I couldn't grow up without. I don't know how much they grow up, but there are so many good people around me that they're doing the water on their own. Because they are gentle, have a strong sense of justice, and have a high level of trust in Yuran.

There is no happiness for anyone here, there are no shards of the cause, and if you insist, it is part of the vengeance that Yuran wanted. The top priority is to make Violet happy, so this is the off-site part. As long as forgiveness is honorable, it doesn't matter if it is stupid. Because the negative feeling of boiling pushed Yuran so far.

Otherwise Yuran would not have chosen this method. If you were someone who didn't resent anyone but wanted happiness. What I should have done was that Claudia knew Violet's heart, knew the environment in which she had been captured, and planned to choose her. In fact, the man noticed Violet's beauty. There was a definite preference for looking at him. Tell Violet about it and she'll get the future she once wanted.

I decided not to do it because I still can't forgive it. Because I have continued to resent you. I am not interested in conversion, reflection or regret. Even if you give me something like that, I can't find any value in it. Because our hearts are not rewarded for anything.

So I proceeded on my own accord. Until Violet crushed the future she had dreamed of.

"... if I apologize, will you forgive me?"

─ ─ I can't help it anymore.

A little embarrassing laugh and a voice that scolds a small child. Violet always forgave Yuran for apologizing. I can't help it, not anymore. I realized now that the last day I was scolded was so far away that I could imagine such a sibling scolding my younger brother. The day they walked together, they pulled their hands and fell. Yuran, who was about to cry, smiled with a leafy face and was embarrassed. The two worlds were peaceful without anyone disturbing them.

Since then, both of them have grown up, and the girl and boy have become women and men. They can connect their hands and talk face to face. I'm sure Violet will still scold me for that.

(I want you to laugh....)

There are lights on the train in the windows that try to catch the night, showing your face. I felt like looking in a black-and-white mirror, and I saw my hands and feet lying in the field of view, and I closed my eyes to the irregular shaking. He was unconscious, but the flesh was looking for sleep that he lacked. Stone and consciousness fell down as if the switch had been switched off.

─ ─ I dreamed. Long time no see, very, very beautiful dream.

Small children run through the trees with their hands tied together. Behind the woods, adults don't want to get close because it's not popular and dangerous. In green and brown, twice to the right, once to the left, and then again to the right, such as a rotten hive or a tree that bends in a strange direction. Then, in the middle of the forest, a purple carpet stands out. There were plenty of small tubs and enough picnic sheets for the two children. It is not as beautiful as a flowerbed, but a small flowerfield in the gaps of the trees, moss and mud. Even if the seasons change and weeds grow, imagine the day they bloom again and paint on the ground.

Memories of seeing wild grass that withers on their own, nobody gets, and nobody helps, just to watch.

It was a dream of a beautiful day that was ordinary, warm and just gentle.