I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

The first time I was uncomfortable was when I started talking to girls away from my brother.

No cute clothes, no accessories, I was told to wear them, but they never caught my interest. Even though kids of the same age seem to praise each other's dresses for fun, I can only laugh vaguely without being able to tame them.

Lots of frills and ribbons, I think they're cute. I just don't like wearing it because it's hard to move. I only find my gaze attractive to such an extent that I can send it but I can't reach it.

In the end, I couldn't find more meaning than I was obliged to wear.

Girls like cute things. I don't like bugs and reptiles. I think blooming flower gardens are beautiful and don't fall in love with brightly colored poisonous mushrooms. No matter how pure the primary stone, I don't want to wear an unpolished gem.

The more you know about a girl and the princess a girl dreams of, the further away she gets from herself.

Fortunately, only appearance was close to an ideal princess statue for everyone, so it was easy to live up to expectations by imitating it.

Just slowly, over time, the surroundings and their own rosettes diverge. I've never felt sad about that. Because I gave up faster than I thought, and I had no choice.

When I just realized, only the need for a less than ideal rosette seemed to float in the universe.

Conscious couldn't stop it, couldn't change it.

Whether to stop, change, or not, I didn't think.

I didn't want to let go, although I sometimes felt breathless about hiding it, and I was afraid of being known.

So one day, when we had a day like this, I knew it somewhere in my heart.

× × × ×

What was in the package that arrived that day was what Rosette asked for in the name of a gift from her brother.

It's hard to get at this school... even if it does, it's something you won't be able to get. It is too far from the ideal princess to have drawings of insects and poisonous grasses as well as reptiles. It would be a lineup that I can't even do to study.

Still, I can't help but be interested. Even if you don't bother to go out of your way to make a choice, it's only futile to resist because nature and your hands stretch and your gaze go. Fortunately, the only person who knows this hobby, my two brothers, has accepted it. That alone dispelled the illusion that I was wrong.

It's nothing good. I can't believe I'm taking it easy. Throw away your guilt for hiding it years ago.

Only in my heart could I stretch my chest that this was Rosette. In my own world, I could follow that heart more than anyone else.

It's always a step too late to realize that's a void.

"Huh..."

I had decided that no one was here. In fact, I've never seen anyone there before.

That place, dim and stained with dirt and leaf muddy odors over floral aromas, is a favorite for Rosette. A spot of two birds with one stone, where no one can lean over and sometimes even observe a small intruder.

She was sitting there.

A vibrant presence in the shadows, like jewels scattered in cloudy weather. I feel unconscious that this is her territory. No matter where it is, I'm sure this guy won't be told he doesn't look good.

Not for her to blend in. It seems that the surroundings want to keep up with their presence.

Even a surprisingly stained look, beautiful.

"Dear Vi, Olette,"

Everyone knows that name. I'm blinded by the way it looks. At the same time I'm attracted, I want to keep away. I want to be seen in that vision, and at the same time I fear, frighten, and stiffen myself.

I've only talked enough to count, but I know all the rumors and impressions surrounding her. True for many, even if it merely glanced over the upper edge.

Rosette, who neither knows the facts of the shards, was one of those people who sees reality in such illusions.

A moment of fear. I was in a hurry and made a mistake knowing it was conveyed. She said it was certainly Violet who was ahead of the fear, but she didn't have a reason for it.

The rush is a gap. It's a weakness you can do instantly. Just for a moment, driving priorities crazy, illusion.

"... Drawings?

And to that illusion, it was only after the results that I realized that they had taken my feet properly. I am reminded that regret is regret later.

I'm scared, I'm scared, I don't want to be denied. The body stretches out a disillusioningly distorted look just by imagining it. Beautiful lips chop Rosette's facts around her brain.

─ ─ I found out that the footage in my brain was delusional.

"Whatever you're attracted to, it's your freedom"

That must be no consolation or anything. If I tell you, I'm just indifferent, and I'm not worth dreaming of an ideal for her.

With gaze, removed consciousness. The fact that she doesn't picture herself in her world puts her mind behind her. I couldn't even turn a blind eye to the desire that the distant shadow might look back on.

The opposite haste was always beside me until a moment ago. Something that always stuck with Rosette and finally made her give up. The identity of gravity that was so obvious that I forgot that I even found it annoying.

Intensely attracted. He also reached out. I just wanted to get close there. I lay my dreams, my illusions, something untrue on its back.

I can think of it, the first time I know it.

Oh, this is... this is what I admire.