I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

By morning, Mary Jun had always regained the brightness of the street. It is becoming the earliest routine to walk in the hallway in line as they are called from behind where they head to the dining room.

It doesn't change my awkwardness, but my mental wear is terrible if I react to discipline every time about everyday things. Is it because of defensive instincts that I feel that I am able to hit the gavel successfully step by step?

The surrounding meal still doesn't hold any impressions other than flavor, but that hasn't changed since childhood. A single meal and a family dinner table just made it uncomfortable for Violet for more people.

Values that I envy the three people who wrap up the soft atmosphere are dead long ago.

Enjoy breakfast by yourself as you capture the three people you speak to at the edge of your sight. Unchanged for a long time to suit Violet's taste, it had certainly healed the loneliness of spending alone in this large mansion, albeit only slightly. Says delicious things enrich your mind, but you're right.

"Yes, sister, why don't you join us for tea today?

"Huh..."

"There are a lot of things I want you to tell me, and in my room, what do you say?

She must have thought about the other day. It is also true that we tend to dream, but Violet knows very well that we are just as honest. Although there is a bias towards correctness, it is not hard to think.

I feel something in Violet's words and I think the change I wanted to talk about is great. Whatever happens to the outcome, being able to consider opinions that are different from what I have been before will have a good impact on Mary Jun.

It was just a conversation if you stood on Mary Jun's side, and from Violet, you just wanted to tell me to do it elsewhere.

"Sorry, I had an appointment today..."

I'm not lying. In line with Violet's policy that we already have a promise today and that we should prioritize our advance agreement, there is nothing to be backward about.

Still, the guilt I have because of my desire to say no seems similar to that of a child who wants to use pseudo-morbidity to leave school. Assuming there was no prior agreement, it would be because there is no denying the possibility that he had said no for some reason.

Fortunately, though, today's plans are already filled as of yesterday. No matter how you feel, there's nowhere to blame... it should be, it should be.

"Can't you reschedule for my sister?"

The tone contains sounds that are out of awe or disdain. I feel the wrinkles between my eyebrows getting deeper is the answer as far as I can see.

"Is that your priority over your family?

"It's..."

I said it not because my father's words had gained purpose. Conversely, to flatter myself that I might argue which mouth is saying.

I didn't want to hear a word from this man about my family. I don't think of the human language that once abandoned my wife and even my daughter. If this was because I changed my mind, did I feel even slightly tender?

Actually, though it was only proof that his family didn't include Violet.

The top priority in my father's world must be Elepha, Mary Jun and his wife. I guess the presence of my oldest daughter, who is supposed to be the first to rejoice, is the only convenient sister to give anything away to Mary Jun.

Nothing is new to the feeling of body temperature being gradually taken away from your fingertips and your mind slowly dying.

For example, when the morning comes and there is no one to say good morning.

For example, when eating alone in a large dining room.

For example, when my mother whispers that she loves herself.

My body temperature drops from finger to foot to head, so much so that the back of my heart loses temperature that I think it stops my blood from flowing as it does.

For a long time, I've been through it more than once. It was less since Marin arrived, but it still felt like every day.

The taste that was supposed to have just blown away in an instant, and the aftertaste pleasure was no longer known.

"Ugh, Father, don't say it like that. If you have an appointment, I can't help it... sorry for the sudden invitation, sister"

"... I'm sorry, Mary Jun"

"Your sister will never apologize! Oh, but can I invite you again?

"Yep... I'll be waiting"

"Ha!!

The smile is brilliant without any worries. I don't know how much she literally cares about Violet or my father.

I take it for granted that Violet prioritized the advance. My father, who uttered such a blame on Violet, also perceived himself so much that he had just become a strong tone of compassion.

Thought circuits filled with sugar and syrup, like growing up in beautiful flower gardens and thinking of meadows as wilderness. That must be fraternity, maybe gentle and beautiful in equality.

Human beings who grew up in the wilderness - from marine - are only as uncomfortable as nauseating.

I grabbed my hands desperately so that the discomfort wouldn't appear on my face. My palms are already over the pain and losing their senses, but if I lose even a little strength right now, I'm going to hit them.

Sit diagonally forward, gazing at the back of your dear husband. I want to hug that back now and get him out of this room. I don't even want these guys on the edge of Violet's sight.

But if you do that, these fools will keep Marin away from Violet while they're stupid. If they're just going to remove the exclusivity. Still, if they kick her out of the mansion, she'll really be alone. And these fools devour my heart.

If I can't forgive that, I desperately convert my thoughts into consideration for Violet.

A firmly stretched posture is no different than usual. Violet as usual, more beautiful than anyone, better than anyone else.

That's why my heart hurts.

I am reminded that this is not the way it is for Violet. It'll be hard, it'll be sad, I guess I'm still getting used to it.

As Marin thinks, Violet is used to it. Whatever you are in them as early as possible, there is no more feeling than fact. Even if they say it's someone else in red, I guess, I don't know, I'm rather convinced.

Continuing his meal silently and wiping an empty plate in front of him with an unspoilt mouth as a formality, he took a seat for a good reason.

"Violet"

"... Yes"

"You're not alone anymore. Change your freedom until now, and take care of your sister a little."

"... to my heart, I will carve it"

Slowly bow your head and take Marin out of the dining room.

The desire to hand up my skirt and run out and to stop my legs now was at best, and I ended up in the room with a duller foothold than usual.

"Dear Violet,"

A crying voice echoed in my ear. It's not my own, it's Marin's. A crying, trembling, cloudy voice, turning to tell me what was wrong with my usual pale tone, and there was a crying expression there just like my voice.

"Vio, Le...... Dear"

"Marine."

"Vio..., sa... eh"

"Thank you, Marin... it's okay"

Every time I eat and bind my lips to cry, I'm speechless.

Are you sad or hard, are you angry enough to want to cry again? I'm sure all of that is circulating through Marin's heart on the blood.

Always calm, emotions are rarely on the table. Violet laughed when she saw such a squire scratched for herself. Although it is suspicious that you can call it a smile, I'm sure it doesn't make you laugh at all.

Still, in my blackened mind, the slight white emotion that lingers without being swallowed turns my love for Marin into a vitality for a smile.

That's okay, to Marin and... telling herself, Violet stroked that hair higher than she was.

My father said I wasn't alone.

It seemed to boil in my head. In an instant, my heart stained black.

When I died, I wanted to scream out loud.

It was the emotions of boiling rage that occupied Violet's head at that moment that seemed likely to repeat his former mistakes.

Not so much, I couldn't forgive those words.

If I wasn't alone, how much I would have liked that word. How many times have you regained your heart in that word?

Marin, Yulan, comforted me by saying that over and over again.

I've always been alone. I was alone in solitude.

In this large house, over and over, I have reached out to cut the sky. I knew you wouldn't tell me that, even though no one would grip me back.

Calling me someone, I wept that I didn't even have a screaming name. One day they forgot to cry and even gave up calling.

It was Marin who told me he was on my side. It was Yulan who told me we were together. I said I wouldn't do it alone, and it was the two of us who told me.

It was an important word that saved Violet, who was alone and desperate.

I wanted to throw a plate at you if you weren't a convenient word to use.

I'm sincerely glad I didn't have anything affordable to throw on my side then. I thought in a strange corner of my head that it was really helpful to remember who I was before cursing me with defilement.

The heat that went up in my head is dispersed within the comfort of the marine. I can't believe the heat returned to my cold fingertips and ended up being pramai zero.

I know it's pointless to be angry. Because breaking my emotions doesn't make any difference.

I'm not allowed to throw it, and that's why I can't accept it.

Entangling the whole body is a restraint that prevents you from escaping from it, because it is a chain that keeps you away from it any closer.