I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

With her eyes moistening with tears, she waved to Marin, desperately smiling at me and dropping me off, leaving the house long enough earlier than usual.

In case I didn't want to bowl in with Mary Jun, it was a measure for me, but I got there too soon than I expected. There was no one in the classroom yet. Since I was originally able to afford to attend school, my behavior was excessive even more than before.

Nevertheless, no one for Violet. This situation is rather wishful or fulfilling.

There's no one but myself in a classroom that's usually lighter than home. Even a few minutes of dreams can be enough paradise for Violet.

"Ha..."

The leaked sigh was completely unconscious. It's more proof that my heart is tired than I am aware of.

I had so much fun yesterday, and Marin said I should have been in a good mood, but I didn't expect it to crash within 24 hours of standing. Someone somewhere said that women's hearts were shifting as dramatically as the autumn sky, but it's also rare to be beaten from heaven to earth so far.

The quiet classroom is just right for thought, but not for the revival of a depressed spirit. I shouldn't have thought it was any more, but the bottom line keeps getting updated.

(I wonder if Marine is ok...)

That house would never be nice to Violet, but it wouldn't be a cozy place for Marin either. When my mother was lying down, I didn't have to know, and when my father came back, I could also share hard feelings for what was close to me.

I drew myself in at a young age without thought, young girl. I'm an adult now, but there's still something very painful about being alone in that house.

Valued Marine, someone who smiles less but still always gives clear love and happiness. I don't know one thing about my family, but I was wondering if I was like this with my sister, if someone like this was my family.

It's horrible how she gets scratched because of herself.

"That... Lady Violet?

"Eh... good day"

"Good day. You're early."

"Yeah, I left home too soon."

Re-create the expression reflexively to the classmate who came in. I can't predict how it will be transmitted if I give a slight expression of concern, no matter how many times it feeds on rumors. Sometimes it's a hell of a bend, sometimes it goes around and it's close to the truth, and even where there's no fire, there's smoke.

I don't doubt my classmates, but I'd better avoid exposing my debacle to others who have no credibility or trust.

Within a public discourse with no other love, the classroom population grows with one or two people. Only a few minutes of paradise easily turned its end. I won't be discouraged because I knew it originally, but my spirit is too depressed to wait for the class to start like this.

"I'm sorry, I need you in the library."

"Oh, I'm sorry I pulled you off"

"Never mind. Now if you'll excuse me."

Few friends, and the inconsistency that attracts them at the same time as they are distanced from people, is the result of the mixing of the personality of Violet herself and the suction power of the Vahan family name.

As a courtier, I can fix as much as I want in a social venue, but it doesn't work out very well in school or in private. Thanks to the dress becoming a combat suit and helping me change my mind. Still, I guess I don't like Violet as an individual personality because I'm going to be as thorough as I can with the hua of the wall.

Against those heading to the classroom, look for places as unpopular as you can. There are as many candidates as there are, but too far away from the classroom, it's hard to get back. However, because few people leave the classroom in the morning, the hallway and courtyard are less popular than usual.

"Beautiful..."

Whenever and with any heart, blooming flowers are beautiful. Rather, does it look beautiful because it is a rough time?

I honestly think the colorful petals and the sweet scent that tickles my nostrils are beautiful and I think it's a gentle sight for my eyes. It's just not enough to heal your heart yet.

The sight heals me because the memories that come with it are gentle. Violet doesn't have a past that goes beyond the beaten now.

How do people get over it when they're grounded in the most important places?

"... let's stop"

Just think, I'm sure I'll be cornered. I don't think it's easy to forget, but the day doesn't come when my father will understand this emotion where I remember it.

That man's words were full of kindness. It is only natural that it is poison to Violet, composed of love and kindness, to Mary Jun.

I resent myself for being so upset even though I don't have any shards of expectations. Is there anything so different about being fine and being able to stand it?

The wind blows and my hair shakes. You just have to blow this feeling away with the rising petals, too.

Turning away to escape the gray that disturbed my vision, I realized that there was a figure there for the first time.

"Ah..."

Dark purple with no distortion to the waist. Slightly pink cheeks add color to white skin. Even giving in to love flowers makes me feel elegant... no, she herself is like a beautiful flower. The light purple eyes are narrowed and the soothing atmosphere is a divine reminder of the goddess.

If Violet is a big wheeled rose, she's a white lily flower.

Clear, poor, classy. Violet knew Violet well about the man who seemed to pack all the ideals of the lady.

Princess Rosette Megan. She is a royal of neighboring countries and, unlike Violet, hits classmates.

Everybody keeps their mouths shut, saying she's great.

The perfect man, the indispensable lady, every word of affirmation colors her, but it made her presence more diluted. Wrapped in many veils, revered and honored, the deified figure is reminiscent of the stained glass in the church.

(rare......)

She's always seen in the distance, surrounded by a lot of people. The same look you see in the social world, next to Miss Rosette, there was someone behind her and before her.

Violet's knowing girlfriend always laughed softly in the middle of the crowd.

While the view is blurry, time passes and the bell becomes. A signal that the class will start if you don't return to the classroom by the next bell.

Probably should have heard her too, but Rosette stayed in touch with the flowers without the way she stood up.

…………

Should I speak up here, or should I not have to get lost, but talking from Violet is quite a hurdle.

It's not just about Violet's character and communication skills, the people at school have some tension about Violet. It's a family affair, it's an aura issued by the person, and now there are family circumstances surrounding it. My classmates got used to it, but it's a delicate place to say what else.

And I know about Rosette, but instead of interacting, I've never met her face directly. There's not enough room for Violet right now to go out of his way to report what he knows to the extent that he sees it in the distance.

(Well... okay)

I don't need to speak up while I'm pregnant with the possibility that I don't even have friends who bother to make me feel awkward.

Most importantly, right now, Violet is not sure she can stick a smiling mask.

Removing his gaze from the rosette bending in front of the flowerbed, he went back to the classroom, deep into his indelible melancholy.