I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Running in vain through a wide hallway, running through an open entrance.

Just past the slightly open gate, he stopped at the sudden visible figure. It hardened for a moment, and immediately realized whose shadow it belonged to, and my shoulders relaxed.

"Cissy, why are you here?"

"Nh, eat."

"Eh...."

Shisui, who leaned back on the gate pillar and mouthed half of the chocolate covered in silver paper, gave out a piece of chocolate as usual. I was inadvertently stunned and suddenly shredded the momentum to date, and I received it reflexively.

This is not the case. The fact that the entrance as well as the gate were open meant that Violet had already left the premises. There is no more light in the sky, and only the streets light up the darkness. The moon and the stars are invisible, so it is obvious that it is cloudy. It may rain. I'm sure it'll freeze if it gets wet at this time of year. I may not be able to cope with a cold.

"Cissy, I'm in a hurry."

"If you're a girl, you'll be fine."

"Hmm! I know where he went."

"Mari is that way. I'll take care of what's inside. Just leave it alone."

Over there, there was a car body with a glossy black on it. I'm familiar with it, but I'm sure it's not the same individual that Marine is familiar with.

"It's cold outside, so wait inside. You can explain later."

There was no concern for Marine, who could not swallow the situation, and the Shisui folded the finished silver paper into a snack and closed it in his pocket. Place Marine looking left and right between the car and Cissy, and raise her back from the gate post. Its face, which is higher than the tall Marine, has no haste or confusion. Always passing by, so confusing.

"The lady has a little boy."

"Nh...!

Cissy, who has been watching Violet since she was a child, certainly knows about her childhood acquaintance. Long ago, the little boy followed the lady around. Whether happy or sad, no matter who left you alone, the boy would never leave.

And now that I'm a young man, I want Violet to be by my side more than anyone else.

Neither Cissy nor Marine. For our part, Violet would only try to show a smile. Sad, spicy, but don't desperately do that. Give it all up and laugh that it's okay.

I can't make Violet cry unless it's Yuran.

"Well, I'm going back. Don't worry, I'll get Mali's stuff."

Inability to protect, hope to be saved, just as anxiety. The lid has already been cut, and the line that can be reversed has passed. Heaven and Hell, this is the intersection, the last junction. If this goes wrong, Violet will live in hell's wrath. Horrible, scary, if you can't imagine, you just want to die.

A big hand stroking Marine's head with a light touch brought with it all sorts of peace of mind.

"So, Mari, make sure you promise him."

"Promise?"

"If you hit your employer and get fired, you'll be able to work there."

…………

Marine had no choice but to be polite to Cissy, who made a rough and noisy remark with an unchanged tone and a slender expression. He is already looking at the path to heaven, even though there is nothing but anxiety. I believe that the day will come when Violet will be happy.

"... you have to promise me that, too."

I was anxious, but I was forced to raise my mouth. I'm sure it was cramped and painful, but I still thought of laughing because I decided to believe in the same path as Cissy.

Violet smiles happily, and next to him is Yuran, who watches it from behind.

There may be such a happy future. The day may come when we can win. With such hope, fear, and anxiety about rushing right away to find Violet, alternating waves hit me. What if Yuran doesn't make it and Violet gives up everything and rejects it? If you think so, you want to cry.

Still, Marine doesn't have a choice. Marine has no way to save Violet, even if she chases her anxiety first. Even if we can fall together, there is no way to lead us to happiness.

After all, this is my limit to being powerless.

In that case, it doesn't matter if it is another genuine application. It doesn't matter if you don't have your hands or you can't help it. Everyone who can use it will use it, and it doesn't matter what the process is. If the result makes Violet happy, it will outweigh everything.

I don't pray. Just want it.

Just hope it's strong, intense, and painful.

(Please... Yuran-sama)

I want you to make her cry. If it hurts with a loud voice, I want you to let me scream that it hurts and it hurts. I want you to spit out your hatred for all kinds of people. You can strip out your wounded mind, scratch it or grieve it, and then you can spit it out until it's all gone.

Please make him laugh brightly and beautifully.