From that day until today, I've been watching her beside me. I wanted to dedicate my saved heart to Violet for nothing.
And what I found out was my ignorance and powerlessness.
Nothing can be done to the habit of being saved. I just want to be by my side. I just prioritize my emotions and I can't do anything for her.
Little by little, but definitely distorted. The beauty I saw that day was undamaged, and on the contrary, it grew sharper and sharper. It may have been inevitable that the more we grew up, the more denied Violet would go mad over time.
I wanted to support you. I wanted to save you.
I wanted to help Violet.
But what she wanted was not Yulan.
Her love was probably the only hope she found on the warped end. If the prince would save himself, the purity of the shards left in the distorted violet. Girl admiring the gaga.
Still, I'm glad. If Violet is going to be saved, if that makes you happy, it's not a big deal that you don't have yourself ahead of you.
Even after the distortion, Violet loved Yulan no different. Only there was no different from the old days, just straight cute to me.
I thought that was all I needed.
× × × ×
"Yulan......?
Lay your own hands on Violet's palm and wrap your fingertips around it.
Don't let go, if you don't want to let go, just stop the connection. But it didn't convey its will, and for Violet it just sweetened up sweet Yulan. There's no point in letting someone who doesn't want to leave you in the first place.
Actions are acceptable. Only emotions rub off.
You can't find out, but now you still understand you have to be my brother. Choosing the best for Violet is the same thing for Yulan as breathing.
There is a hard thing about breathing.
"What's wrong...?
"Anything... anything, nothing"
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I don't care what you think. Violet looks surprised at Yulan, but she won't come in any further.
For Yulan today, I guess he decided that the reckoning that shielded his worries was counterproductive. That decision is correct, and even if asked, I can't answer Yulan.
Because the thoughts Yulan has now are thoughts he only wants to convey to Violet, feelings he never wants Violet to know about.
"Let's go, Vio. When it's late, Mr. Marin worries."
"Right..."
"You're hungry, too."
"Yulan didn't eat anything during the break."
"I bought it, it's just sweet. If I had chosen Vio, I would have forgotten myself."
While throwing a light mouth at each other, something depressing remains in Yulan's mind.
I'm supposed to be letting myself be happy walking next to Violet, but I also feel like I'm watching this sight from behind somewhere.
Yulan knew that there were two institutions in him: the heart.
Not dual personality or anything like that. I'm just saying there's a heart to use just for Violet and another will behind it.
In any situation, the priority should be the heart. The other mind is, to say the least, a storage for packing thoughts about many others. Even if the storage crumbles, Yulan can live without any hindrance.
Still, it does exist, it existed but therefore had Yulan's will. There is no better place for Violet than in Yulan where love is not reflected.
In a messy, appropriately packed storage, the love insists. Give first priority and respect to Yulan, the owner, not Violet.
I wish I had cut you two.
In this world, I wish it was just you and Violet's.
That way I never had to know the moment she would like someone else.