I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Violet after that, you can say it was useless.

I didn't get my hands on the lunch I had left over half, nor did I ask for the dessert I was looking forward to. Suspicious behavior, unstable or unstable, caused Rosette to worry because of the restlessness of the corners on the rabbit.

I said it was okay, but Rosette would have noticed that it was only a short interaction. Nevertheless, Violet doesn't feel like she can even speak. We just had a conversation that didn't core each other and stroked the upper edge.

Take Violet's word that she's okay, and distract her gaze from the worried rosette.

Violet was just wondering what to do with the reality that was poked out... just how to handle this thought.

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I discovered the advantages of having a family that didn't care about me when I was born. You can leave me alone when it's hard, when it's troubling. 10,000 times the advantages, I don't appreciate it because I'm being pushed irrationally, but I think it's still better than being trampled until I powder the unstable spot. I can't do it if I don't think so.

I never noticed Violet coming home in a hurry, and I didn't even visit her in my room. I'm glad Mary Jun isn't home yet. The only thing she's going to notice about Violet is that she's going to have to realize and push Violet.

"Welcome back, Master Violet"

Marin greets Violet, who came into the room to clean up. He closed the door with his back hand as he leaned down. Mainly, Marin turned his surprise gaze. The same goes for getting home earlier than usual, but the slow motion doesn't seem to constrain footsteps. Violet, who is cheerful in this house, is only uncomfortable, but that's why it's rare to see something sinking in sight like it is now. Because he's the one who's going to hold back and endure it until it explodes.

"Something..."

Was there? The words, which were supposed to go on, were blocked by grays filled with vision so as to be covered. The sheet on Marin's arm makes a noise and falls to the floor, causing her to lose her distance. Press your forehead against Marin's shoulder and your hands around your back will have wrinkles on your clothes.

For a moment, I didn't understand what had happened. I took it aggressively, but I couldn't think of anything more. Just look down at your head a little lower than Marin's and just get the best of it to harden.

I was so confused that I couldn't even think of turning my hand around on Violet's back.

"Dear Violet...?

I've never been touched like this.

I've touched it. Like mercy, like labor, I have burned my care, wanting to heal that heart. Likewise, Violet stroked her hair on her cheeks with her beautiful hands, her gratitude for Marin's work and her comfort in her heartbreaking appearance for herself. But I never went any closer... I couldn't.

If you can do it, I want to always hold you tight, warm you up, and make you cry with these breasts. I don't want you to be frightened of nightmares and let yourself fall asleep in your arms. How good would it be if I were given this temperature on my frozen back? I wish this arm could have been a blessing for Violet.

(Right... I am)

Was it horrible to hold her - Violet?

What I remember is the look of a woman holding and laughing at her still young violet. Opposite the tranced woman, Violet, who doesn't feel alive. The sight of a mother who spits poison and kills her daughter when she loves her.

My bright red eyes, the same as mine, were shining brightly, the reality of nightmares.

(I can't believe I layered myself on that thing)

It was no other Violet who told me she had beautiful, but different Marine eyes. That word at that time dramatically changed Marin's life, and the presence of Violet breathed into the heart.

(... is that why)

Small seeds sprouted and flowered, so did another emotion. The more I cherish Violet, the more anxious this eye she praised me, the more red color I should have finally liked, I can't help but be anxious. The sight of that day I dream about makes me lose my mind.

Powerless arms, unfocused gaze, lost emotion voice color. The day Violet gave up living. What if when I hug myself, with that look on my face, with that voice, they call me by my name? I'm going to lose a thousand minds just to imagine.

Slowly, I put my hand on its back. The warmth of the living is transmitted from the whole body when the hair just touched in the morning is tangled at the fingertips and the surface is searched over and over again to ensure a soft texture. This man is alive. My beloved Lord breathes in this arm unchanged.

Only then will the anxiety of breathlessness dissolve without leaving any shards. I thought it was a wall. It was fog, it wasn't blocked, it just couldn't be stepped out. The intrusion is a hallucination that my heart showed, and there is not a single drop of Violet's heart mixed in there.

At least now, she's stuck with herself. I have thoughts, I want something, I need marine.

Then there is only one thing I should do. Nothing more, no reason to hesitate.

"─ What is it, Master Violet?"