I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Flower grin. A glorious smile as the flowers blossomed.

But it had nothing to do with the usual roses, and it was like a flower garden filled with little flowers.

That smile reminds me of an important memory, the feeling of my fingers stroking my cheeks. Something that is always important, strict, so that no one can destroy it.

When I first met her, that one word.

Beautiful - yes, she told me that day too.

Until then, I hated it.

This is the color of my eyes that make me uncomfortable and aware of my origins. Build it on your own, throw it away on your own, and just wield it and you don't pay for the shards of that responsibility, either, the royal family of this country.

I hated their symbol, the golden color.

× × × ×

"It's fake."

"It's a dirty color."

"It's a cloudy color."

Instead of the parents whispering, the young children tear away oblates and come towards them. It's normal for people to curse me in public, because I'm surrounded by a lot of people and my hands are raised. It's a daily tea meal.

It is brittle and awkward from common sense because it is the opposite of being born with these eyes.

I can't believe that such a natural inheritance, inherited from the color of the father's eyes, is considered abnormal, heretical when royalty is involved.

Hating my father, hating people, hating this country at some point might have been the natural flow.

The only salvation would have been that the couple in the branch who took over themselves were probably people who regarded both heresy and anomaly as individuality. If it had been scorned at home, Yulan's young heart would have died quickly.

Still, the straightforward sexual root that honestly receives the affection was wounded, and I'm not going to fix it any more.

I managed to stand even though I was worn out.

The monsters, who put adult grievances up in their big names, try to crawl with their hands.

If they squat crying the way they want, they'll be convicted of a sin they don't even have. The evil rettels are affixed and crusaded by the idiots who are illusioned that they have also become brave men who carry the expectations of the people and exorcise the Demon King. Not normal for them, just for that reason.

If you fall, it's over. Once you fall, you will be slapped so that you will never get up again.

Focus on your feet, step on it.

I try desperately to resist it, but I just endure it without even being able to take it. That's the best you can do, so there's no way you can fight back.

Don't lose, how impotent. Because this isn't a battle, it's a one-sided ravage.

I just can't stand it. There's no way to recover, even if you know your shredded heart.

One day, when you're stressed or out of your mind, this will end. I was just trying so hard to bear it, but in one corner, my heart broke and I waited for my thoughts to stop.

I gave up. There is no change, no end, no salvation.

─ ─ I never imagined someone would grab it all.

"I think I'm pretty, though."

When did you hear that word? I want to remember all my memories with Violet vividly, and although I actually remember many of them, I'm only angry at the moment of my encounter. I give up, I paralyze, I disappoint myself even though I was only seeing things overlooking.

However, I only remember what happened when the voice reached my ear and what happened at that moment, as recorded in the photograph, to the point of detail.

Short hair, a man's outfit at first glance. I even felt a sacred atmosphere standing with the light on my back, while in a dim place in the shadows of the trees and buildings.

A soft grin was a frog that looked across the field with a high-pressure gaze to look down on its back, and everyone was a snake-threatened frog to see where the momentum that was causing Yulan had gone.

"Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt all of a sudden. It's what I heard."

"Dear Violet, how could you..."

"I heard voices, I told you.

Dear Violet - - Dear Violet Rem Varhan.

Everyone knows that name, the Virhan family's maid. For better or worse, a famous and prominent person.

Someone like the on-parade of elements Yulan doesn't like.

But it seems Yulan wasn't the only one who was shocked by her appearance.

Yulan, who was supposed to be a party, was also flying somewhere in his thoughts to the point where he looked at the habit of being so confident when he was surrounding Yulan that he seemed to look like a goldfish and be dumb as he was pampering his mouth. I guess that's why my memory at this time is so annoying.

What's happening in front of me is in other people everywhere. It wasn't long after I realized I was in the middle of being saved.

But then, I just want the time to pass quickly. He was not even moving, lowering his gaze and closing his mind.

"Are you all right?

Not because Yulan shut down his hearing, but in that place where he actually quieted down, the only person left was not the wind that cared, but such.

It's not like I'm giving you a hand. There's no reason to work gently. Just really, I ask because I had questions, that's all.

…………

"If you're hurt, you should go to the infirmary. Hate, I don't know where it is either."

He gave up early on asking Yulan, who was silent, to respond. The person who keeps talking alone was just a heterogeneous person.

If it had been anybody before, Yulan would have made a scene as if he had even taken a ghost neck because he hadn't responded. No, before that, there's no one trying to talk to Yulan. It would still be better to treat the swelling, even though I can often hit insults I don't remember.

"... I don't like it, of"

"Hmm?"

"My eyes, they're weird, they're fake... so I don't even want to see them."

That's what they all say. No matter how affirmative the person who raised me is, the stones thrown from strangers are much more powerful. Nothing but fear for those who are sniped at, only attacking from afar without showing up.

That way, more disgust than the complex that was definitely piling up. I want to make a decision now if it's not my body. When will the balance lean from sight to aversion?

If we were to abandon a child named Yulan, we wanted him to take this color together, too.

If it was to be stripped, I wanted it to be a root scraper.

If it was enough to take away, I wanted you to kill me first.

If I wanted to die, I didn't want to be born.

I didn't want this color.

"It's not fake."

"Huh..."

To a powerful voice, my shoulders bounce. Self-defense, I reacted unintentionally to the voice color, but it's a little different than getting angry.

When he looked up, he caught his eyes as strong as if they were staring. But I didn't think I was afraid of that because that look looked like I was going to cry.

Not because you're staring, but because you're sharp because you bear to cry, I see.

"People can't be anything but themselves. You can't be someone's fake."

Slowly, as I say, spin the words. Spicy, sad, like crushing your throat and spitting blood, comes down the words you've always wanted.

"You're the real you."

"Oh..."

When I realized, I was sitting back. Violet gave in and there was a gradual gaze, and for the first time I knew that I had no strength in my feet.

"I am, Violet. What's your name?

"Me, ku... me,"

Words break off. I can cut a thousand voices.

Nah. Name. My name. I haven't forgotten, but I can't spin it well.

Because there was no name in the fake. Yulan's name was a lie. For none other than myself, Yulan was a fake name.

The most important and soft part of a weak heart. I don't want to get any more scratches, I don't want to get dirty, I don't want to be denied. I'm not going to leave because I refuse to make a sound.

Fear and vigilance try to protect little Yulan's little heart. The only room I could afford to have courage withered into my memories of the past.

What should I do? What do I do?

The more in a hurry, the better your mouth doesn't turn. Wouldn't it make you wait forever and go back to being fake again? The person in front of me who told me it was real -- Violet, after all, was a fake, too, I suppose.

I don't want to cry, but my eyes have a fever. If you can't beat any malice, you've been eating and tying, and that determination is going to crush you at this moment.

Regrettably, painfully, sadly.

Accumulated tears overflow, time.

"It's not a fake, tell me your name"

Like a flower blossomed, she laughed.

Her smile was sweet and gentle and beautiful as she looked like a boy, using words that sounded like a boy.

The girl is made of sugar and spices and something nice.

Mother Goose I heard somewhere. I don't know who was singing it, maybe it was my birth mother, maybe it's my current mother.

I recognized that phrase for the first time at this time, although I don't even remember that voice anymore, it remained in a corner of my memory.

From the moment I recognized him, for Yulan, Violet became just one “girl” in the world.

"Yura, n..., yura, kuru, su"

"Bye, Yulan. I'm going to eat now, but why don't you join me?

"Oh, can I go, please?

"Of course. I'm the one who's asking you out... unless Yulan doesn't like it"

"I don't hate it...... come on"

Get up and chase Violet ahead. Yulan, who was smaller than his age, walked at different speeds and strides, and many times he was able to distance himself.

Every time, he looked back and waited for me.

It was a little while before I realized I was in love, and at the time I was turning around as if I were my brother admiring my sister. I know the degree of Ciscon was past, but I guess I was unconsciously overflowing with love.

A sister, a benefactor, a girl, a first love under unconsciousness.

I just wanted to be beside him, and I wanted to be with him anyway, and every time I saw him, he stormed me, he was a pulling bug. He laughs and accepts, so he wanted to be more beside me, and he actually sticks around and doesn't leave.

I liked it, I loved it, and Yulan's form of love was Violet. I wanted you to know a little bit about my love, and I wanted you to take it, and that's all I saw.

"I can't be someone's fake."

I didn't even realize that word that saved me was tormenting her right then.