I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Lips tied as if they put up with an eyebrow between the lensed eyebrows and a powerless lowered eyebrow butt, something.

He seemed all loose and shaky, scratched. There's no sign of tears in my eyes, but my dry, cracked surface peels off, and it looks like I'm crying.

What made him do that?

"Yulan......?

Nestled ahead looking back, Yulan did not haunt the soft air as usual. It's like a rainy alley, dark and starchy, breathless with moisture and smoke in it.

"Me... helpful, helpful?

Still, with a worn out mask, I try desperately to laugh. What's the difference between strangling yourself and spinning words nonetheless, crying?

At least to Violet, it looked like it was going to collapse now.

I thought Yulan was gonna break.

"………………"

I wish I had to say something, but I don't know what to say. When it's scratched, you're visible, but you can't find the murder weapon that made that scratch.

I can force myself to hold the wound and try to stop the bleeding, but does it make sense to fulfill it? Wouldn't you wrap a bandage from the top where the prick stabbed you and make it pus?

What can I say, will it reach Yulan?

"... I'm so glad."

"Huh..."

Giri, and the lips that bit so tight that it sounded like it would surely soon lose the solidity of the teeth. It's only a matter of time before the blood runs.

Even though I don't want to hurt you, it's going to break my heart that I'm the one making Yulan look like this. I can't have a good conversation because I'm not involved in waiting with people, and I suck at choosing words.

It's so hard to tell them what you want to tell them.

"I'm glad Yulan did what he did for me."

Today is a great day, thanks to the opportunity Yulan has brought us. All the test studies I've accomplished, the unexpected side of the unexpected, and the footsteps that jump somewhere, are all what Yulan gave me.

Although it was certainly a pleasure to talk to Claudia naturally, it was reassuring and slightly different from happiness that I felt about it.

I'm happy, I'm fun, even though all the sources of the smile are Yulan.

Don't laugh with such a sad, spicy face.

"You thought about me and you wanted to help me, didn't you?

Thank you. You think for me, you want to help, you want to help.

"Thank you. Thanks to Yulan, I have a good dream today."

I'm still not sure how to tell you. Because I've only had too little experience thinking and acting about Violet, not work or anything like this.

And besides, I never thanked you.

I was intoxicated by my misfortune, and I was so full of pity that I had never omitted anything about someone who would take care of me.

A word of gratitude is so light.

Thank you. That's not enough. I want to pack all the thoughts and whirlpool thoughts. Even though five letters is too little.

Still, I never knew until today that I couldn't find a word other than thank you.

"Thanks"

Stand in front of Yulan and gaze at its swinging golden color.

I'm sure Yulan doesn't like colors that much. Even if you don't hate it, there's no way you don't feel a little neglected. Violet knows the other one, the gold that shines like claiming the best.

Claudia Akrussis.

Violet's, Prince. I dreamed he'd save me, my first love.

For Violet once, the gold was his color. It was the same colour of the crown of the prince, of the glowing apex. It was in that cell that day that I found out that the dreams in question were just dreams, just delusions for anyone but Violet.

"... Beautiful, after all"

"Uh..."

Reached hands can never be avoided touching their cheeks. If I glanced at my eyes with my thumb, my cheeks, which were grieving, turned to surprise.

Beautiful gold. The color of the sun, the color of sunflowers scorchable by the sun.

A testament to the absolute apex, to which everyone is attracted.

I thought it was beautiful. Claudia wanted the king's gold. The girl who wanted to be a tragic heroine didn't choose the means to get it.

She was a stupid woman. I think so from the bottom of my heart, even though it's about me. He was the only one who saw it. All I could see was his color. It opens up to the narrowness of one's horizons.

It was so close. Even though I reached out, there was someone who would accept me.

Such a gentle, sun-like color, I should have realized sooner.

"This is Yulan's color."