I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Even today, I can't breathe. When you say you're used to it, it doesn't mean you don't feel this uncomfortable. Just that I put up with it and established a way to endure it.

And today, it's about 30% more than usual and I can't breathe. Because of the kind of discomfort that is crushing around your chest, the action of just chewing and swallowing is slowly billionaire. This discomfort... I felt similar when I had heartburn.

"Are you listening, Violet"

"... Yes"

Oh, my God, I'm not even allowed to escape the reality of shards. I usually hate the habit of not noticing what Violet is doing, only at times like this, which is more glaring and disgusting. Oblate is unnecessary now, and to be honest, it's not depressing.

I want people who repeat similar things just now to think that they are just honest with each other, even if they are somewhat cluttered and meet each other properly. Sure, I'm listening, but I'm conceding a lot more than before just flushing it out after I hear it. I used to bite every word and give it back in five-fold to a sermon that tripled, and it was a big, unpackable fight. I have no wasted energy or strength to cause such trouble to Violet today.

"Not at all... apprentice Mary a little. Shame on you, sister but inferior to sister."

"Not anymore."

If you're just satisfied with mouthless stereotypes, there's no reason enough to sacrifice self-esteem or self-affirmation. I'm so presumed to be broken now because I've been pounded out again and again in the first place. And it's better if it breaks, every sensation keeps me away. In despair, in a way, it's very easy and comfortable. If you stay too long, you'll want to die, but you just have to fix it before then.

It's okay, always, because that's what I've been doing. More than once before, it has been broken and crushed, sometimes killing itself. My heart's dead, my heart won't stop. Handle it and you'll be able to sacrifice a little pain.

"Father, you can't put it that way!

Is there a man who sees power in Mary Jun, who is swelling his cheeks? At least it will only be to the extent that my father has had a kitten twisted.

However, they still had the power to just end the sermon to Violet. In a habit that doesn't even notice the blood pulling from Violet's face, Mary Jun changes direction immediately. It's a refreshing transformation.

If this happens now, Violet will just be air. Carbon dioxide spit out and no longer needed, not oxygen to inhale.

I think the weight on my shoulders has decreased and the load on my stomach has increased. It would be common for stress to be exposed.

I also thought I wouldn't have to hang out with this farce if you even vacated the hole, but they complained about Mary Jun worrying anyway and preaching about self-management. Because if Violet were a man who would change his mind to the extent that he lay on the floor, his former mother's operation would have been a success.

"It was my first test and it would have been tough"

"I was so nervous, but it was fun!

The sparkling smile is innocent everywhere, poking Violet without the cloudiness of the shards.

Violet became desperate, and it must be because of his ability and heart that you can say it's fun. Pure genius is of poor quality...... no, is it because it is Mary Jun?

Marin, who refrains behind Violet, even learned fear through anger. My daughter, who does not question any shards of my father's affection, also affixes a beloved rettel to her irrational reprimand for her sister.

I guess these parents are the ones who are too blind... but still, I feel nauseous for dreaming princesses who don't dream of reality. The theory of sexuality, freedom to believe in fraternity, but if that's the blindfold without Violet's wounds, there's no more harm to Marin.

With Violet's permission... no, I just want to punch this dumb parent and kid in the face until I feel like my hands are gone, even without my permission. I don't do it because then I know these guys have no reason to understand their stupidity.

I wish you were dead, but it's already been years since I've had the days to keep you just wishing.

"Well done. You're our pride."

"Thank you, Father. All of this, thanks to your sister!

"Huh..."

Bite the fork you just contained in your mouth, and a funny sound echoes behind your ears. I managed to just choke, but it was still shocking enough.

Raising her gaze, Nico had eyes with Mary Jun laughing. The same goes for the expression, but I don't think we're really sisters like each other. Because I can't laugh without this kind of submission, and most importantly, I don't even want to laugh on this occasion.

"Thanks to studying with your sisters, we were able to achieve very good results!

"Yes... good for you"

"Ha!"

Prolonging the conversation poorly increases the severity of my father's eyes. I can easily imagine a future where I would be scolded simply for not having a beneficial conversation for Mary Jun. As soon as the conversation breaks up, Mary Jun shifts to her parents, so that's all she saved.

I'll give you a word back and lower my gaze to go back to dinner again...... I was going to. Until I was surprised by the unexpectedness of the next word.

"And you, Yulan, are very smart, too. I can't believe you're number one in the school year!

"Huh...?

"I worked hard too, Yulan, and you couldn't get over it."

A pleasant voice reaches your ear, but now you can't afford to just react to that voice. I was beaten from an unexpected place, just surprised.

(# 1... Yulan?

I know Yulan is excellent, but I still haven't heard of him taking first place before, and last time... the chief before he rolled back was definitely Mary Jun.

I know that black history is useless. No matter how Violet pierces me, it just makes a scene when the surroundings don't allow it. The last of them is my father, who brings up smoke in the absence of fire and tries to smoke and kill Violet.

So I'm not willing to make a difference from my memory, I didn't...... but I didn't expect this kind of result.

(... what I've been working on, huh)

Study group in large numbers. time face-to-face with Claudia. Although time went on that I wasn't very good at for Yulan, it's true that I made a lot more progress than Violet and I cut each other. Except Yulan's heart.

(well...... good)

Discipline the mouth that is about to burst and pretend to be normal. Inside, the flowers are dancing, but what kind of blade of words will fly if they notice it...... Mary Jun's praise for someone she didn't rival is determined to be beaten with anger.

"Yes..."

Flat out, as I say I'm not interested. I don't really hang around. But I buy my father's discomfort, because now my voice was going to rub up if I wasn't conscious. Fortunately, Mary Jun kept talking without realizing it, so she didn't have to say anything.

With that voice flowing from right to left, in the outfit of listening, only the mind looked in a different direction.

I'm glad. I'm as happy as I am.

I would have liked to hear it from my own mouth anyway, but if I found out about the corner, should I celebrate it here? Yulan would likely rush over to praise himself, but sometimes it would be good to get ahead and praise him.

The temperature returns to Violet's heart. The cold emotions melt softly. I felt as though Yulan had given me the power to get over this space.

"─ It's a corner, Yulan, and I want to get to know you better!

Until the words that are supposed to disappear increase in weight and sink into the brain.