I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

This is the first time I have put Mary Jun in my room. I was invited to her room, but I hardly remember it anymore. It's just an impression that it was a room full of memories like a treasure chest. After all, it was the day we realised that we would never meet on a parallel line.

I never imagined the day would come when I would invite such a person into my room. There's still nothing realistic about it.

"If you call Marine, you can have tea or something."

"No, I'm fine. Thank you very much."

"Yes... sit down first."

The sofa in Violet's room has the same dark colour as the atmosphere in the room. On a dark purple cushion, the presence of Mary Jun with her hair covered in white appeared to float somewhere. At the same time, it seems to point to the heterogeneity of her presence in this room. I don't suppose there's anything like half their blood.

Mary Jun, who tends to lean down, solidifies like a figurine in front of Violet sitting on a sofa for one. Her hands squeezed tightly on her lap and were pure white. It was the first time I'd ever seen a face biting its lips and thinking about something. Because it was so naive that I never looked outside.

"So... what are you talking about?

"... I thought I was a happy person."

It was a stiff and weak voice that resembled confession. Painful sounds and expressions, like self-inflicted confessions, that don't match the content. Was the wrinkle near the eyebrows to stop the tears? Or was it patience to not stop words similar to vomiting blood?

"Even if you have a father, if you have a mother, and you are bullied by your birth or your identity, there are people who will be on your side. I was cherished by many people, just as cherished, and I thought that was my world, and that was the norm. I knew onee-sama was here, and I was able to live with her, with more families and more loved ones, and I thought that was a very happy thing... and a natural happiness."

Mary Jun's world was always bright. That's how it was arranged. The world that my father and mother decorated with so much love was kind to Mary Jun at all times. I thought it was a happy thing, but I never thought it was special.

Because I was taught that people should be nice, respectful, respectful, and valued. Because it can be said as a matter of course, because it is said as a matter of course, and because it is spread as a matter of course.

Everyone assumed that they could do it. I believed that this world was made of such beautiful things.

"Onee-sama... how was onee-sama's world?"

"... Mary Jun, you"

"When we came, when your father wasn't there... when I found out I had a sister. What did onee-sama think?"

Even at this time, Mary Jun thought it wrong to look straight at us. Blue eyes like the blue sky are shaking like they're about to collapse, but the expression muscle is strong that it will definitely be destroyed. Sometimes I have my teeth tied behind my bloody lips. Mary Jun, who associates cotton peppers, marshmallows and angel feathers with white and soft objects, is sure to be true, pure and delicate.

Where did you find out? Our situation is a specification where dust pops out as much as possible, but I don't think there are people who deliberately attack Mary Jun herself. Maybe you heard someone talking somewhere. I wish I hadn't rebelled and fought back like before ─ ─ but I was surprisingly calm enough to think about that.

You know everything, and then you visited Violet. Even though you know what to say, did you choose to face it?

"... I wish I could die."

"Nh...."

To endure the pain, but as you knew. Even though it is obvious that my shaking lips and eyes with increased moisture are scratched. Don't cry, I thought your strong face looked something like this.

"You, my father, me, everyone."