I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Float, sink, and float again. My instincts scratch the algae if I don't want to die, back to back with reason that I hope I choke as it is. In the end, I can't kill this emotion myself.

I'm sure there have been seeds for a long time. In the deepest part of my heart, in everyone's eyes, punish me so harshly that I can't even reach myself. So I didn't even notice. Soon you'll smash through every wall and root all over your body. In Violet's mind, I can't hide this thought anymore.

So somebody, force yourself to break it by hand, pull through every root.

Never again, so much that you can't sprout anything, burn it down.

I can't believe I'm happy, let me think I'm lost.

"Marin, I..."

"Dear Violet,"

He asked me to help him, save him from this horrible emotion. Marin squeezed his hand again and didn't let go. To the warmth of the caged palms of power, to the voice that calls itself, the lost finally found his sunset eyes.

"It's okay."

Like I said, slowly, let it stain. One word at a time gives a slightly clearer color and flows through Violet's ears. On the vibration, it spreads to every corner of your body.

"It's okay. There's nothing to be afraid of. Nothing to worry about."

The pale tone is not so different from usual. No matter how difficult it is for Violet to accept everything that is told to her as a matter of course, nothing special. It's okay, it's affirmed without foundation, no matter how horrible.

Marine just lets her mouth blow. With that voice, just affirm Violet.

"So, I..., I, ha"

Don't spin scattered words well with your warring lips. Violet, who is still at the bottom of the fear, even feels guilty of snorting at the affirmation - no, it's actually a sin.

Once, I made a mistake. Love, love, happiness and the price to pay for all of it. From one to ten, the more violet, Violet's "first love" is only a mistake. How many people were unhappy with it? So, who cried, how much?

"Scratch, if I put it on,... what am I going to do"

That's all I'm afraid of.

× × × ×

Marin clearly remembers the day Violet spoke of love.

I said happily, pleasantly, with a higher voice than usual and a big smile, that I could make whoever I wanted. An important organ called the heart, obtained by Violet, who lost the contents pressed against Bellows and became only contoured. Even if that was just an illusion coming from thirst, who would blame Violet for dreaming of happiness? Marin, even Yulan, couldn't say anything.

Violet, who talks about Claudia, remained stable and distorted. Naturally, it's hard to say it's true. Claudia, who has no shards on Violet, eager to be loved, can only drive agony. Honestly, it's not funny whenever it explodes...... it should have been.

It was all too abrupt that the gunpowder was damp, the clock stopped and the bomb just crapped.

"... it's okay"

Over and over again, say the word. Scary, scary, to her mouth over and over again.

"Does Lady Violet like Marin?

…… Mochi, Ron. I love it. "

"Marin loves Violet, too"

Marin just smiled gently at Violet, who leaned her neck strangely. I'm sure many people won't be able to tell, with a slight grin.

"I've never been scratched. Violet loves me properly."

Love and obedience are different. I could imagine Marin not knowing about love as much as the relationship, the type of emotion she holds, even changing the meaning of love. Still, Marin has known for a long time that Violet cares about herself and that it is love. Much of the happiness Marin has gained so far in her life is something that her love has given me.

The fear is painfully understandable. What we see, hear, and grow up with is too dirty. Nowhere can we afford to swing by reality and believe in beautiful romantic novels. That's why I dreamed, envied, algae scratched, and grabbed it that way. Though "First Love" is a painful past for Violet.

That's why don't let go of the thoughts you have.

"Please, don't be afraid. Don't try to forsake that love."

Violet, who can no longer stand, sits the flutter down on the floor. I would have escorted right up to the couch if it were my usual marine, but now we sat down together and looked at each other. Lower your eyebrows anxiously and look up at Violet like a toddler, again, with the meaning that it's okay.

"Don't deny that I was happy."

It's much better the thought of being exposed as you almost cry than the first love you talk about with a smile like you pasted it in. I want Violet to have a laugh, but it's better than a cramped look that's too undressed to call it such a smile.

It could hurt, it could be disgusting, it could be annoying... Mullin and above all Yulan won't allow Violet's happiness to be inhibited because of that crappy possibility.

"I'm so happy that you love me."

From the time they saved my life to today, they gave me a lot of luck. Disappointment, annoyance and living in a church with only a little emotion are completely different. Even if you have a lot of pain, anger, and negative emotions that are difficult to describe, you will not change your mind.

Violet loves me, Marin is happy. Loving her also makes me happy.

"... Ugh, that was good"

Zero thoughts that never cease to die fall. The small voice must have only reached Marin, whose nose tip is still so close to stuck together. But that's good. I don't want anyone else to ask me. Because that's how important, honorable, and delicate it really is.

"Noticed, time, glad"

"Yes."

"'Cause, well, Yulan is awesome, very nice,"

"Yes."

"Gently, and... always, laugh, give me"

"Yes."

"Me and... always, always with me, listening to me"

"Yes."

"Even the name, he calls me. Vio. My voice is fluffy."

Just to put it into words, the thought gets meat, blood goes through, shaped step by step. The only person I could see was the outline. The shadow was colored, and the shadow was clear, until I could confirm my back at some point.

Big back, soft hair fluttering and a romantic retrospective.

"I'm not alone," he said... he said. "

Slowly closed, behind Violet's eyes - I felt Yulan laughing that day thanking me.