I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

In retrospect, there was always Yulan ahead of Violet's beautiful emotions. Things that never lose their luminosity, even if they sink into a muddy reservoir. Even if the surface gets dirty, if you wipe it, it will look beautiful. No matter how insane your greed is, the fact that Yulan is important has never been clouded.

Because it was too delicate, important, and natural.

Until now, I have not even been sure of the type of thought.

A happy opponent with no return, no intention, just thinking. There was no greed for pro bono emotions, and that was all I would have been satisfied with if he had even laughed. Maybe that's why he didn't want to give it a name. I'm glad I didn't know where the outpouring emotions came from. Because I just thought as the only person I could cherish it forever if I didn't classify it.

"... have you calmed down?

"Yep... thanks"

Handed over, marine specialty hot milk. Warm but not hot enough to allow even Violet the Cat Tongue to drink slowly. Sweet and gentle, the flavor that was always beside me when I was tired, when my heart was about to break.

From the tip of his head to his fingertips, Marin's compassion rushes from the tip of his tongue as he fills a hole in his body. I guess it's because I know all about Violet's taste, touch and even five senses. I felt like I could sink deeper and deeper everywhere on this sweet day of soaking myself to sleep. Because you can't even dream of a sleep that never rises.

"Ha..."

A bite, warm liquid slips down my throat. I'm sure it feels raw and warm to many. That's just right for Violet. Overflowing sighs are in relief, not because they are hard. He thinks there's only despair ahead of him smashing everything, but he sees things he didn't see in his clear sight.

"Have a little rest. I'll bring you dinner."

"Dinner,"

"I'll leave you less"

"... thanks"

People seem to get hungry or sleepy when they're relaxed. Apparently, Violet was the latter type, with gradually warming body temperatures sprinkling up to her brain. Helping with the quality of sleep here these days and today's mental fatigue, the eyelids are still going to get threaded and lay low. Before falling asleep, and putting the cup on the table, he headed to bed in an unconstrained foothold.

Everything in sight is slightly distorted and the feeling of fluffiness is pleasant. When the powerless body fell in, it was enveloped with feathery softness, so I'm sure I reached my destination.

I can see people's signs approaching, feeling away, gradually not recognizing the light and going. He gave himself up to the weight as he was invited.

The lid broke. There's no place to hide it. I'm sure Villette will find this thought somewhere else. I think you find it, you hold it, you love it. I can't even forget it, I can never throw it away.

There's only one in Pandora's box filled with love, exclusivity, envy, and lots of emotions.

─ ─ "Hope" was the only thing I didn't see until the end.